A Poem a Day

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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

Bus-like

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.

 

#Chevyvan

#30poemsin30days

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About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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2 Responses to A Poem a Day

  1. lyndi2014lyndi says:

    So enjoyed you poem about Old Ern!

    Like

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