out-put

6:30- the sky is just beginning to lighten. i've been up for an hour and still firmly committed to drinking more coffee. last night, after my sweetheart feel asleep, i got out of bed to read Ariel in the bathroom (i should buy one of those reading night light thingamajigs). i missed a much needed hour of a sleep as a result but it was a necessity. and this morning, as i drank my first cup of coffee and wrote in my notebook, a poem came tumbling right out. and being that it is the 2nd day of National Poetry Month and i'm still sleepy enough to feel a bit nonchalant, i will let this little bird out of it's cage. i'll work on it for the rest of the month and re-post it along the way. critique is always welcome. :)


April Poem


with rounded edges, it settles,
curling in my quilts. this new year
not so shiny now.

i must do the dishes today.
i must put them away.
i must move a bit.
i must wash my hair.

i have no clue what to wear:
my sterling gone out
to find it's black dress-

i am home alone again.

with rounded edges, now,
i must move a bit,
lick a stamp and send something
out.


-angela simione, 2009



feel free to post your favorite poems or your own work in the comments section all month long.