This is Home

Poem 1, NaPoWriMo (a poem a day in April)




This Is Home



This is home,
picking through trash
picking at sores
picking a mark

slaloming shopping carts
of picked shoes,
cardboard, pizza,
from trash can
to bush-house

shivering against blue tarps,
picking at holes
rain drip, drip, dripping
chilling trails of fog

I was once
snuggled safe and warm
in my mother's arms

picking me up from naps
she'd swaddle me,
picking lint from my blanket

I have forgotten

 

 

In celebration of National Poetry Month (April),

I am joining many others in an attempt

to write and post a poem a day.

After years of inactivity

this blog should soon be swirling in words,

if it all works as planned!

 

 

Maureen Thorson has a wonderful site which links to many, many poem-a-day blogs. Be sure to take a look at it, one never knows what one will find!!!



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