For the last two years, every April I have written a poem a day to celebrate National Poetry Month and to kickstart my Spring writing. These short, mostly unedited poems are available at my In-Progress writing blog, The Spider Songs of Mister Spector. I’ll be posting some of the slightly more polished versions over here.
April Poems, 2009
April Poems, 2010
First poem of April, 2011:
There is fountain grass in my limbs
plumose flowers
that turn in my fingers like blind caterpillars.
I move my hands over boxes and tape,
move through my house
deliberately,
taking,
like a pupa moving through leaves.
I will miss my jar of flour,
my broken floor lamp,
my half-things.
I move my hands along them,
and dig my fingers into the carpet.
There are scratches near the doorframe
and holes where nails and pins went.
I will miss taking these bites.
I will miss breaching my house.
I pass my hands along my walls
as I move through my house, filling them.
I move through my house,
watering and feeding.
My bones are fountain grass
and the brushes in my bottle arms
are branching.
