POSTAGE STILL DUE
Blog Posted:6/1/2013 6:45:00 AM
A writer is a dandelion, constantly growing, evolving, blowing words -pieces of themselves- into the wind like dandelion fluff, then starting over.
I only recently joined Poetry Soup and discovered a multitude of talented poets and contests that inspire me to grow and blow my fluff in new directions.
I started a new series of poetry written in prose form. These are short conversations, moments in time, that will fit on a postcard. Originally I was thinking 'Postcard Poetry', but I now wonder if it is actually 'Postscript Poetry', the words left unsaid at the end of a conversation, when a letter is mailed, when a relationship is severed. The title for the series 'Postage Still Due' was suggested by a poet friend of mine at my local free verse group.
I would appreciate and be so grateful for any and all critiques and comments as I post new entries to this series.
To: Dappy (AKA Grandpa)
I hitch the little cart to the pony you gave me.
Ride it up and down the pasture for hours until he tires.
Then I sit on the steps to wait for your battered black pickup truck
to come rumbling up the drive. Mom and Dad watch me with poems/sad'>sad eyes.
They said heaven is too far away for you to visit. I don’t know about that.
Sometimes, just sometimes, I still feel your hug.