A Poem a Day


When I signed up for the 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge, I didn’t know it would alter my daily outlook.

Like a Buddhist I set my intention for the day, which takes the form of a poem.

But there’s a chasm between the intention and the poem.

No matter how sincerely I approach the intention (pay more heed, listen better, be kind) the poem has its own ideas.

It writes itself, regardless of my intention.


Old Ern

Driving Old Ern


On the edge of my seat

So my toes meet the pedals.

Just barely.

A tank, a

Chevy, of course,

Bashed-in rear

Taped up mirror

No clock.

Born in 2003

Once used to haul kids

Now a place to sleep

Between gigs.

Oh no

Not me,

I’m just the van-sitter

While the kids are away.

But behind the wheel

I pretend this is my

Band van.

Outta my way.





About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. Dr. Coleman is an enrolled citizen of the Osage Nation.
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2 Responses to A Poem a Day

  1. lyndi2014lyndi says:

    So enjoyed you poem about Old Ern!


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