This Is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
by William Carlos Williams
*Make your postcard poem for today an actual note to someone.
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I love how something so simple can be so beautiful.
My attempt is not beautiful, but more of just trying to capture something mundane in my life and look at it in a different way.
What Is In My Purse
Wallet with $2.64, just enough
to purchase a card to send
to a sick friend.
Lipstick, slightly melted because
it’s sunny in California
during December.
Calendar containing a record of
my life and holding on to
things I can’t remember.
Receipts, like fossils from my past
of shoes now discarded,
and clothes worn.
The best I can recall it, here is a poem I wrote in the fourth grade, based on WCW:
This is just to say
It was I
who turned off
the CD player
when you were
listening to
Mahler's
symphony
on a Sunday afternoon.
Forgive me but it was
fun to see your face
when you didn't hear
the cymbols crash.
Emergency
I have locked
my keys
in the car
again
Please come
and rescue me
in the parking lot
on 40th Street
next to Wendy's
By any chance
are you hungry?
I have left
the dogs
in the kitchen.
Forgive me,
but because the baby
was driving me
crazy
they still need
to be fed.
To My Sister
I erased what I wrote at first
but I will say that
by the time you get this
I’ll have already mailed your birthday present
(mostly homemade)
with some truffles
which you should make last
as long as your Halloween candy
always did
and underneath your busy day
I want to hear that you
are okay
I wish it wasn't
your birthday
today
Of course, I would never
erase your
birth
day
You're six and I'm at least
one hundred
since you know,
came
to me
for me
for you
Hmm… some how I missed the instruction to make it in a form of a letter, so here’s another stab at it.
You asked me to
stay, so I did,
but not to
remain in silence.
I’ve left the
kitchen light
on so
you will see that
I am
no longer
there, waiting.
One of the first poems Mr. J gave me was a play on WCW's. I had left him some lychee jelly candy in his box at work. He wrote it as a thank you note. It's packed away somewhere, but makes me smile when I come across it.
Remember your eyes
a window to your soul
a door to your heart
Who knew they could
be so easily
fogged over
one tiny invisible scratch
blinded me
today and yesterday
Please love your eyes.
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