I Can’t Tell You the Name of this Poem
Before I even started I was already half-defeated knowing it wouldn't be too
Long before the words collapsed into a hopeless tangle that
Obviously would take me all night to unravel, that is, if I didn’t go
Crazy trying to get them skyward, up into the wind like a dragon-shaped
Kite that dips and swoops and thrills the beached onlookers who don’t need a poem
Everyday because they are way to busy to read, never mind write, besides who can
Decide what a poem is really, so why even start.
©2010 Noreen Braman
Before I even started I was already half-defeated knowing it wouldn't be too
Long before the words collapsed into a hopeless tangle that
Obviously would take me all night to unravel, that is, if I didn’t go
Crazy trying to get them skyward, up into the wind like a dragon-shaped
Kite that dips and swoops and thrills the beached onlookers who don’t need a poem
Everyday because they are way to busy to read, never mind write, besides who can
Decide what a poem is really, so why even start.
©2010 Noreen Braman
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