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A poem from my early morning writing date with mysef

March 10, 2011

I haven’t had a chance to edit and figure out if the metaphors work, let alone if they are consistent, but guess what? It is the first poem I have written since I started working, and I am happy enough about that to worry about nothing else right now!

REMOVED FOR EDITING.

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14 Comments
  1. March 10, 2011 10:31 am

    Wow. This is fabulous!

  2. March 10, 2011 5:12 pm

    Oh madam, it rocks. I was going to be more eloquent, but my melted lips will not comply. Really, you write very well, I was humbled by the end.

    In a different class altogether…

  3. March 12, 2011 9:18 am

    Beautiful Carolee.

  4. March 12, 2011 9:42 am

    Really good. I think your metaphors work fine. Vb

  5. March 12, 2011 10:16 am

    This is wonderful! So many good lines in this, I can’t choose a favorite! I enjoyed!

  6. March 12, 2011 1:35 pm

    It all works. No worries. And I like how the mood of the barista sort of colors the whole thought process…

    What I want to know is: who gets custody of the sodden west wind?

  7. March 12, 2011 2:26 pm

    I really like the repetition of “it matters a great deal” – it gives an assumed weight to what will follow. And the idea of March playing arbiter between winter and spring is great – almost like a child whose parents are battling for custody.

    Glad you are enjoying your new job – and don’t worry. You will find ways of getting the writing done once you fall into this new rhythm. If I can do it, anyone can! (especially someone as talented as you.)

  8. March 12, 2011 4:45 pm

    I (really, really) like March, the arbitrator, the one in the middle. The lips, consuming all and everything, even the dripping ice.

    xoxox

  9. March 12, 2011 8:36 pm

    Brilliant! I love this one!

  10. thingy permalink
    March 12, 2011 11:08 pm

    I find it soothing. The coffee, the hope… Nice. : )

  11. March 13, 2011 12:55 pm

    I LOVE this… especially the last stanza!

  12. March 13, 2011 3:27 pm

    Beware the Ides of March. Oops, that was in another verse. Not to worry, your treatment of march is much better than it has been treating us. Well done.

  13. March 13, 2011 7:34 pm

    Yes, March is temperamentally at times. very good poem

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