octpowrimo

After successfully writing a poem a day in April for NaPoWriMo, without thinking it through, I committed to octpowrimo. October was not a good month for such an undertaking!

 

What follows is a series of poems written between the mid-1970s to the early 1980s (I wrote before and after this period, but I’ve yet to find those notebooks). There will be some “editor’s digression at work:” I’ll fix the really bad spelling errors, and weed out the really bad poetry. Or poems that might be too specific about person/persons, specific time, place, event. Nor will I unleash the full canon on you, lol.

 

It’s a bit of nostalgia while I write more contemporary poetry. I did have a “stash” of such, until it became a sodden mess of undecipherable, overnight-wine-soaked scraps of paper. I’ll try and a} not spill my wine and b} make sure I clean it ALL up if I do.

 

So, here’s to traveling in a poetic TARDIS machine.

 

can I really be the poet

{originally written in November 1981; only editing was to fix up the spelling so you could understand what I was trying to say} 

 

can I really be the poet

thin, hollow-eyed

blown in waif coat

from heart to pocket

 

can I find refuge

in ink, dark garrets

under eaves of pretension and fear

 

can I reach for a lover

at midnight bell’s tolling

more substantial than

vapour breaths & wine

 

can I put pain in my knapsack

and carry it’s ashes

from sea to mountain and sky

 

am I a Cohen,

a Dylan

a woman

or just the

prophet of my doom & despair

 

can you give me

tomorrow

the answers to questions

that beat on my window at dawn