OK, this week I decided to do something different. I’m going to share a poem I wrote, circa 2009. I may do that occasionally. Share old things. Enjoy.
“Reflections on Light”
When will these winds stop blowing blue?
They’ve got me considering my own condition too
Old books, they batter my Muse
None of my pages are bare with you.
Shadows of the seen
Shadows of the green
Shadows of the dream
Shadows of light between the seams of the beam
To seek the syncing beat of time
I’ll find no inspiration in color this time
Not when nothing in my mind seems to rhyme
It gives me chills to know all these pieces are mine
Last night I dreamt that I lied
Shot in the head, but did not die
The light on the wall was my guide
But I just sat there with my hands full of knives.
Copyright 2009 Meg Swensen