Deliquesce

Melting down, cast, honed

I went a bit afield of the prompt for today, which was “Self-dissolution is barred.”

Ah, well, they are more a jumping-off point aren’t they?

April 4 poem

I’ve been posting these in Notes here on Substack, but I’ll also collect them up periodically for a post, since many of my subscribers won’t see them otherwise.

As a poet, I’m… not. Really. However, I find that poetry brings something out in me. As my friend Jimmie said, I can hear the music, I’m fumbling for the ways to recreate it because the waveform collapses while I am pulling it out of my head.

April 2 poem

April 3 poem

I’m also enjoying the textural play of words and art, using fonts for emphasis, and making these into design projects, not just poems. Perhaps it is too much. I am too much. Tonight as I started to write the poem for the day, my son came to talk to me, and I teased him about interrupting my writing. From behind us, my husband spoke up: ”not many mothers also write.”

My son, “Yeah, you’re special! Anyway…” He proceeded to continue with the interruption, because I’m not really that special.