Poem, Uncompleted
August 27th, 2008 at 11:42 am (Kim)
Part of a poem came to me last week, the way they do, almost there but not completed. And I wrote down the beginning, the part that was born whole. And now I’m struggling to get the ending, to get it right, to finish the thing. But it’s not coming. So here’s what I have so far:
Detour
I remember when I was a poet.
Words flowed like water from a Grecian urn.
Father Sky sent dreams and rhymes and visions,
And I captured them, with Calliope and Clio guiding my hand.
But I have strayed from the words like a pilgrim strays from his path.
I hear the Coyote call of other idylls,
And I chase after the mirage like Atalanta after golden apples
While my dreams languish and my words run dry
Then yesterday a crow called out with a message from beyond.
I turned to look behind me then and saw a story there.
Coyote’s voice no longer pulled, and I returned to my scribbled lines,
And now memory merges with today, and I am back at the page.
Copyright Kim Switzer 2008