Hi! This year (2023), I’m continuing my quest to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It’s all a part of my quest to be brave and apparently the things that I’m scared about still include:
- My spoken voice
- My raw poems.
Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too!
For Anne & Maxine
Why is it that the dead
Never listen to my pillow talk?
I am tired, but can’t sleep
Again and again and again.
You snore next to me
And occasionally twitch
As the dog snuggles in between us,
Released from her crate
Because she cries so much.
Again and again and again,
Why is that my whines
Never wake anyone up?
Not even myself.
The apple fell to the ground joining the others; rotting had already begun the way it does. We all fall and crack. On the wire a squirrel ran to the right, green apple in her mouth, prized obviously, bigger than her head. Another fell before a second squirrel appeared, apple in mouth, bounding on the wire to the left this time. I know I’m not the squirrels. I know I am not an apple (though I feel round lately), but I gather things too big to hold and drop so many, bringing them to the road where they’ll be carried off by others or maybe smooshed under wheels of cars or just left to rot. I know. I’m not the apple rolling aimlessly until I can’t move anymore. I know.
Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems.
The music you hear is made available through the creative commons and it’s a bit of a shortened track from the fantastic Eric Van der Westen and the track is called “A Feather” and off the album The Crown Lobster Trilogy.
