30 Poems in 30 Days/#8

As you know, if you have been following this blog, I am working on writing 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Month.  It has been a challenge to keep up the pace, and I may need to start writing shorter poems!  In any event, here is my poem from prompt # 8.

Remember, these are  babies, just learning to walk.  Who knows what they might become when they grow up!

 

 

After Reading the Daily News

 

Because only 59% of the Moon’s surface is visible from earth,

I am reminded how little you know of me.

The broom in my hand is not about clean.

Sofa pillows plumped—not about neat.

The toaster crumbs wiped—bigger, than a shiny counter.

The carpet vacuumed—a path to somewhere else.

And if you ever ask why a clean house is so important to me,

I will tell you this:

While I watch the world spin off its axis—for one miniscule moment,

I find sanctuary in the Zen of tidy,

that it is the only thing these days, I manage to keep well-tended,

unlike my perfect English garden

now thick with weeds.

 

Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

 

 

 


2 thoughts on “30 Poems in 30 Days/#8

  1. Great poem!! I wanted to join in as I read..that means it’s REAL.. RU Jack Kerouac in female form? 😍I’m a fan J.

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