I was talking with a poet this week who was telling me that he keeps his poems in the drawer for years once he's written them, that way he know they are good or not when he finally takes them out to reread. I take my hat off to him. I usually allow a couple of months for that.
This post's poem sequence was written in December.
a convenient
[translate
that as cheap]
weekend
rental flat
step
over the threshold
it
is not the wealth generator
anonymous
ikea space
you
had imagined
no
it
is not that simple
you
are in a vacated home
with
too many personal touches to register
and
where are the occupants
while
you sleep in their bed
and
use their cups to brew your tea?
on
the second day curiosity to the fore
I
look at the photographs that claim the walls
most
are of their marriage
a
grand affair in some wiltshire country house
and
a jolly admiral with his mrs
this
is another slice of the cake
loaded
perhaps with more than most
It is basically a slice of life. As I have said on my occasions, it is good to put yourself in a different environment and write what you see.
Not sure this one is finished. I think I need the Secret Poets input.
Here's Ketama.
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