Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

I Need Blinders

I look around and I cannot help but see
Fodder and seeds for poems in every corner
Along the ceiling, in a cobsweb

How can you write that many some ask?
How can I not? I ask the bag of cereal that is reaching for its coffee
The scotch tape laughs; making fun of me always

Super heroes in capes grin at me from their posters
They want to be diabolical, but they got ruined in their youth
A tiny glow worm scratches his back on my back

Ideas are lining up at attention; my muse is in charge
She twirls her maestro baton and they fall down laughing
I need blinders so I can stop writing.

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L Milton Hankins May 21, 2021 at 9:33 AM Never stop writing, Caren. You bring smiles, joy, and so much laughter to us every morning! Caren Krutsinger May 22, 2021 at 3:42 AM Thank you so much Hank. I do appreciate this. We have three more weeks of school; we are out June 11th this year! Two weeks of standardized tests; I feel so sorry for our children.

David Kavanagh May 21, 2021 at 9:06 AM Indeed Caren, you’ll never stop writing, the world speaks poetry to you, what an imagination to be gifted with, this one explains your compulsion to write, brilliant, and thank you for the placement in your Diamanté contest, cheers David Caren Krutsinger May 22, 2021 at 3:42 AM Thank you David. It oozes out of my pores and embraces my head every morning.