Another day of National Poetry Month, another draft poem! I have to say that when I wrote this one I was not (for a change) thinking of any kind of digital device.
If I could be
If I could be myself,
I would stand up straight as a stalk,
my arms flowing
from my breastbone like
the wings of a heron
sweeping the sky.
I would dance across
sanded planks, mornings, eating
blackberry jam,
flavoring the lips you’d kiss
with blackberries.
Afternoons, I’d write
novels, which would be
great the very first draft.
When their movies were made, I’d
play cameos; the directors
would get everything else
right too.
None of my loved ones, nor
their loved ones,
would ever grow ill, and when time
presented its bill,
I (who was myself) would still
stand straight as a stalk, my arms
flowing from my breastbone,
my lips tasting
of you
and blackberries.
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P.S. if you are interested in blackberries (not digital) and poetry, check out my book of poetry “Going on Somewhere” on Amazon.
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