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

“Silence is a blank page, white with prisms, and possibilities….” A poem for the quiet moments

“I crave dreams   like the beggar craves bread….” A short poem about inspiration

“I found a gateway in the forest, doorless,   Rooted in my mind's gut….” A poem about imagination and freedom

I am a poem.   Technically, I’m a haiku.   Hurray for this test!