i am unfurled leaf of unpublished book
my verses kited in clouds, imperfect meter
i peer through half opened windows of houses as
if i am reading diaries & dissecting poems
my thumbs are green now after being house bound
as my indoor plants & herbs, counting each new
root as if i am new mother, not a soon-to-be empty nester
during winter, i cover myself in peat moss &
lock away my thirst & my thirsty roots
my affirmation is spring, my music is summer
i want to join a sisterhood of chocolate lovers
i will gladly hug you in a bubbled curtain with latex gloves
though i have limbered numbers in excel spreadsheets
unmasked, i am sonneteer coaxing beats out of air
Grace @ Begonia Rex
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting The Bar, I am, The First Person Narrative. Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.
For today's MTB, compose a poem using “I am…” with a First Person narrative in any part of your verse. Go experimental and creative with your “I am” poem.
In expressing our “I am” poems, I encourage you to go beyond the usual descriptions of “I am” (a brother, sister, friend, citizen) and go experimental and creative with your “I am” poem. Think inanimate object, animal or groups of animals, planets and inter-galactic travel, streets, cities, plant, tree, or weekday or month or year, or even pandemic terminology.
