I can see what you are saying,
but I’m not saying the same.
I hear where you are coming from,
and my mind is not staying the same,
but neither is it changing,
at least not in the sense
that I agree with you now.
Although you speak some sense.
By the Time I Am Done
I’m on page eleven of a four-hundred-and-fifty-five page book, and three of the pages I had to read again.
I’m sure I’ll have learned a lot by the time I am done but what I really want to know is– when?
Poems
There are lots of poems in my head.
Most of them are songs.
If I were to write them here, though,
that would be just wrong.
The words would all be true and right
and smart, and witty and wise.
But these poems are by a band I like
and they’d be plagiarized.
This Here Poem
There are eleven poems that I have to write today.
I’m sure that they exist if I can find the words to say.
Sometimes its hard to think of something meaningful that rhymes,
but the hardest part of all today will be to find the time.
Yesterday I probably could have written you a poem,
but my husband had a day off. He was actually at home.
And even if I had the time to write a poem again,
I certainly did not have time to write the needed ten!
The day before was Sunday, a restful writing time.
I could have written one poem, but not the needed nine.
On Saturday I had ideas. They probably were great.
But I did not write them down because they were one poem, not eight.
The day I needed seven poems, that sounded like a ton.
So, overwhelmed, I couldn’t even write a single one.
But wait! The day I need to write just seven poems is now, today!
I was looking at the calendar– I looked at April and at May!
February’s shorter! Just eight poems late! What fun!
And now I’m down to seven because this here poem is done.
Wouldn’t you like to know?
There’s lots of things I’d like to know.
There’s books and books and books
and articles on the internet.
Like how to grow and cook
the most nutritious herbs,
the conjugations of five hundred
common Spanish verbs.
I’d like to know more history.
I’d like to learn some Greek.
I wouldn’t mind knowing every
language people speak.
I’d learn how to lay carpet
or how to sew a suture.
But most of all I’d like to know
more about my future.
Daddy’s Back
The baby is happy
she’s on daddy’s back.
She’s playing pretend
and she’s a backpack.
She’s watching him work.
She’s learning a lot.
She’s on daddy’s back,
one of her favorite spots.
Comments
In the local, big-town newspaper,
with its articles online,
they let the people comment,
to say what’s on their minds.
And sometimes it’s just scary.
And sometimes it’s just sad.
Sometimes they start an argument,
and everyone gets mad.
But sometimes they show kindness
if not humility.
And the comments stay there always
for everyone to see.