A Poet’s Poem, Brenda Shaughnessy

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A Poet’s Poem
Brenda Shaughnessy

If it takes me all day,
I will get the word freshened out of this poem.

I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second,
and now it won’t come out.

It’s stuck. I’m so frustrated,
so I went out to my little porch all covered in snow

and watched the icicles drip, as I smoked
a cigarette.

Finally I reached up and broke a big, clear spike
off the roof with my bare hand.

And used it to write a word in the snow.
I wrote the word snow.

I can’t stand myself.

Comments

[zagzagael.livejournal.com]

Is your icon of your own making? If so, is it borrow-able? I adore it beyond the beyonds!

[moireach.livejournal.com]

It's from a now-defunct icon community, so by all means! Yaaay Eliot.

[zagzagael.livejournal.com]

Can't thank you enough - I've been in need of a good Eliot icon.

[mosca.livejournal.com]

Fantastic.

I think this poem is about my dissertation, actually.

[fullofsparks.livejournal.com]

My thoughts exactly!

[fitofpique.livejournal.com]

HEEE. This is so great!

[anotherhand.livejournal.com]

♥ This is brilliant. :)

[bitsofbeauty.livejournal.com]

this is perfect!