Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Dear Somebody

30/30 completed, have not written again until today. I now have 30 new drafts. Maybe some were born poems. Wrote something just now just to do it.

Dear Somebody

Dear Somebody,

Split pea soup with ham,
dropped green on my pants,
barely room
for a spoon
between keyboard
and screen.
Cold. Heater emits
stale breath, shall I drape
a shawl around me
like an old lady sitting
on a bench
in a park
without you, Somebody,
not even a fat
child like me, dreading
shorts and sunshine,
no wonder
I’m depressed
in May.


© puma perl, 5/4/11