The third day of poem-writing looms.
I wonder what’s the purpose is of poetry.
True: I am a writer; but not a poet.
I don’t know the theories or the patterns or the literature.
So I’m stuck with one notion only: that poems should express your feelings.
After listening to Luci Tapahonso read her poetry in Navajo country, I realized that she was telling stories.
Something we all do.
I will endeavor to tell stories in wee packages.
Here is Day Three’s entry:
Chocolate, vanilla and caramel:
Tucked in cartons.
We split each evening
Spoonful by spoonful.
I leave town
For a few days.
And return to find
One lonely container.
And vanilla at that.
At least there’s something left.
A tablespoon at best.
And I share