The challenge at Not Without Poetry involved some words. NaPoWriMo involved the Yin and Yang of stuff. I don’t think I really had much of that in me today. It was more about this little talk I had with myself on the way to a late (again!) lunch.
Draft the First, Time for Revision
You should get a life
I say on my way to lunch.
A real life.
You should get a real life,
I say to myself.
Is this where I get my
mid-life crisis
spurning all to run
run after my bliss?And what bliss? I have chased
this art, these colors, this thing
all these years
to some acclaim and for what?
I have had the moments of fame.
I have had the contented moments
looking at my work unfolding.
I have the room of materials
stirring me to move. Move on to the next.
The work whips me onward.
If I can’t get that mid-life crisis
British green MG, could I
get some friends? a lover?
someone glad to see me,
who makes my heart blossom
with a smile-like thing or more?
Point the way. Please.
Failing this, perhaps could I get
a few answers before sleep.15 April 2011
