Jet Lag (draft poem)
Jet Lag
4 a.m. as I slither lumpily
between time zones, bumpily
siding you, my belly against your–
rumple-y minutes spent
in the dim between shadows, your shoulder blades
scything sibilant sleep breath, my wander attempting
to synch with the sounding board
of your sinewed back, but
I’m back, I want to whisper you; you
turn.
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Another draft poem! Ha! Again, I’m not sure picture goes with it, but it is a photo of a light sculpture by my husband Jason Martin.
Will likely link this one to dVerse Poets Open Link Night.
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ManicDDaily 
April 23, 2013 at 12:20 pm
Like x 2. Look forward to seeing where you go with this. 🙂
April 23, 2013 at 12:30 pm
Thanks so much, Jamie. k.
April 23, 2013 at 1:22 pm
Loved your Bocce court poem. I am not from New York, but lived in Brooklyn in the 80s when there was a bit of that feeling, and in Little Italy in 70s. Such a nice time even though the City also kind of crazy. k.
April 23, 2013 at 12:30 pm
I loved this–and looking forward to seeing a final if this is really a draft!
April 23, 2013 at 1:12 pm
Well, really a draft, because I’ve been playing with it on and off all day between work.
Thanks much, Audrey. k.
April 23, 2013 at 1:52 pm
Nice, looking forward to the final draft 🙂
April 23, 2013 at 2:16 pm
I like the soft sibilance of the m’s, the sense of disjointed arrival, of things that must be smoothed back and yet are still every bit as viable rough as smooth…and the last lines I like especially, for their intimacy without sentimentality. Great to have a poem from you, k. Have missed.
April 23, 2013 at 2:21 pm
Ha. Thanks. I wrote a very weird one re Boston, but I will link this as sweet, and people like sweet. (So do I.)
k.
April 23, 2013 at 2:46 pm
smiles…welcome back…cool light sculpture and oh..the jetlag…i could sing some songs…ha… it always also takes a while until the soul arrives back home…usually that takes longer than the body does
April 23, 2013 at 3:02 pm
A great draft and I like the picture a lot. Jet lag is hard.. and could take a long time to get back. I usually travel so briefly, it never turns into a problem-
April 23, 2013 at 3:20 pm
feels playfully sensuous …perhaps an insiders view…I have a terrible time with “drafts”
Peace
April 23, 2013 at 4:15 pm
smiles…i feel you in a sense…used to travel across the states…going never got me…it was the coming back that always muddled me so i can only imagine really long distances….hope you recover soon k…smiles….again, welcome home…
April 23, 2013 at 4:29 pm
i am enjoying the surreality you blatantly capture in your poem. And your pic is amazing. It feels sci fi meets new age mystery with elephant. Is that an elephant running towards?
April 23, 2013 at 4:32 pm
I feel a draft…close the door. I’m a big fan of road poems…er…air poems. Poetry is a remedy for travel.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
April 23, 2013 at 5:41 pm
This is wonderful in its sounds. The joy of love-making comes thru in the wordplay. I look forward to seeing where you take it, ot it takes you! 🙂
April 23, 2013 at 6:28 pm
Those reunions after an absence–they can be nice, but sometimes it takes a bit of adjustment. Great work here!
April 23, 2013 at 6:38 pm
That’s a great read right there.
April 23, 2013 at 7:52 pm
Your “drafts” are so good and you inspire me to put a lot more effort into revision of my poetry. I have OCD when it comes to the novels. Thanks for the reminder. And I like the sound of the words you’ve chosen.
April 23, 2013 at 9:33 pm
That’s cool and the picture is nice too!
April 23, 2013 at 10:55 pm
‘4 a.m. as I slither lumpily
between time zones, bumpily
siding you, my belly against your–
rumple-y minutes spent;
…love how that rolls off the tongue. Nice feel to this piece.
April 24, 2013 at 12:00 am
this is soft, this is sweet! love all the -ly….:)
April 24, 2013 at 3:35 am
Lyrical and sensual…*Smiles.
http://adura-ojo.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/back-in-day.html
April 24, 2013 at 9:29 am
Welcome back…at first I thought that was the moon from your window in the plane….but I guess the full moon is tonight; nice light art….your drafts are very close to being your final pieces 🙂
April 24, 2013 at 10:18 am
Thanks so much. I call a poem a draft when it is very fresh and I am really unsure of it. K.
April 25, 2013 at 10:05 pm
I can relate. In that sense, too many of my poems are still drafts.
I love the last line, and “the sounding board of your…”
Welcome back, k.
April 24, 2013 at 6:26 pm
That word “lumpily” says it all for me~ Grateful you’re back safe, k.
April 24, 2013 at 7:27 pm
Ha. Thanks so much, Deb. k.