The Pot Boils But Does Not Burn

#NaPoWriMo

Day 29

Friends I took a few days off due to sickness and surgery. I’m finishing up this month of poetry as I recover. Thank you for your understanding.

HELLO READER, JUST A SIDE NOTE HERE, I’LL BE PUTTING THESE POEMS ON MY PODCAST IN MAY AND DISCUSSING MY JOURNEY. THE PODCAST IS KDOI PODCASTING CLICK ON THE LINK, THERE are 3 SEASONS WORTH OF ART, DISCUSSION, INTERVIEWS PROJECTS AND MORE.

producing a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully. You might try including a dramatic, declarative statement, like Hass’s “All the new thinking is about loss,” or O’Hara’s “It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so.” Or, like, Baudelaire, you might try addressing your feeling directly, as if it were a person you could talk to. There are as many approaches to this as there are poets, and poems.

The Pot Boils But Does Not Burn

4 May 2019

Sprawled out in the audience

watching a musical with my girls

finding new ways to lay on top of me

There is only so much of me to pass around

and yet there is enough

fresh from our hot dog diner

at a high school in a secluded Virginia County

is how we bliss out on a Thursday

before Papa goes back into the clutches

of the medical world

to fix his wounded body

This is the relaxation and frustration

that keeps things interesting enough to continue

One sleeps on the way back

the other chats us up the whole ride back

They both embody me

and then I read about the cruelties

in my hometown

knowing it happens next door

somewhere near all of us

animals wearing the mask of humanity

brutalizing the weakest among us

and yet children are stronger in that they rebound

smarter they do learn where we lazily say we are too stupid

more resilient as they can “forget” yesterday

for a brighter tomorrow

My anger at the animals almost – almost

makes me forget the times of just holding my loves

makes me want to do better with what I have

and the anger subsided as I listen to them chew their food in eagerness

as I linger at night to hear their snores while sleeping

to live in that ultimate and complete abandonment of stress worry care

My wish is that they stay that way forever

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