Elisabeth (kissingdaylight) wrote,
Elisabeth
kissingdaylight

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I think we all know what this feels like.


A Poet's Poem
If it takes me all day,
I will get the word freshened out of this poem.

I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second,
and now it won’t come out.

It’s stuck. I’m so frustrated,
so I went out to my little porch all covered in snow

and watched the icicles drip, as I smoked
a cigarette.

Finally I reached up and broke a big, clear spike
off the roof with my bare hand.

And used it to write a word in the snow.
I wrote the word snow.

I can’t stand myself
        —Brenda Shaughnessy
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