This morning was a poet’s dream for me. Two poem subjects bubbled to the surface. Within a span of an hour and a half, I had completed two new poems. One came from a childhood memory and the other came from seeing a puzzle carved into a tombstone in Ontario Canada.
Steven King once observed that poems are written with the unconscious mind. I read that quote after writing the poems. I felt as though lightning had struck the ground in front of me. Those two poem subjects kept returning to my mind. I kept saying, How, and they found a way.
I’ll share my childhood memory poem.
Padding My Resume
I can remember
Being flight captain
Of my own rocket
At the early age
Of eight years
Five months
I had few problems
Visiting other worlds
With a limitless supply
Of special rocket fuel
And maintenance free
Rock knobs and stick levers
On my Navigator Control Panel
Seating was primitive
On my scaffolding
Support beam
Hanging
Over a ditch
Of a forever
Dismantled outhouse
Writing in Sand 