My Job as a Poet

“my job as a poet   is to stare at a fountain   trying to come up with the right word…”

Recollections

“There once was a girl, I remember a girl who might have been someone who used to be me….” Here’s one way to remember a childhood.

“Sometimes the page won't speak to me,   So I must speak to him….” A short poem about writer’s block

“…. actuality I now suspend, For I will not accept sticker’s decay….” A poem about the tragedy of losing a sticker

“O, how I long to see the stars, Mama….” A poem about a baby reaching for the stars

“A squirrel, on walking by my window,   paused, sensing he was not alone….” A little poem about the day a squirrel and I came to an understanding

“Can I explain the wonders that I see….” A poem about imaginative play