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Extremely tired this 9th day of April, National Poetry Month.  I went to an opera today, an opera!  Where Juan Diego Flores cavorted about first as fake Holy Man, than as fake nun, all the time acting out a terrible womanizer, the Compte Ory, who manages, none the less, to be tremendously engaging.

Here is a poem draft for the day:

Self-Contained

My husband suggests that I write about bowls,
I like bowls, but they feel very soulless to
me, not poem fodder.

Though, actually,
I saw a bowl today,
Japanese, ceramic,
that  had a poem etched
calligraphically
on its sides.  Talk about poetic.

But, I quickly object, the poem was on the sides
of the bowl, not about it.

Don’t
be such a sophist, I tell myself,
which in turn brings up
the amphore, a sort of bowl that is extremely poetical,
the myths of Homer painted on its sides.
You just can’t argue
with Homer.

And wasn’t there also something about plums and
William Carlos Williams? He’s
a poet.

Okay, so maybe bowls weren’t
mentioned, there had to be one smewhere,
right?   Something to serve as vessel
for those plums, myths, poems.

Sure.

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