In 2010, I stalled out on poetry back in May. I'm going to try to balance the fiction and poetry this year. (Note, I also got married twice and will wed for a third time in April. Visit www.racheljoewedding.com
for details.)When It's Oiled and Cleaned
My poem pen rusted last year.
Fictions called (and other.diversions).
The nib clogged with unflowed ink,
But I had no shortage of words to utter,
No shortage of vows to fulfill,
Assertions, joys and atonements.
I start again silent,
Listening to the snowmelt, the pine needles.
The still bells dictate.
My pen rinsed, oiled, and dried;
Its reservoir refilled and ready
To transcribe what spills, scratching
What had spoiled
In the dammed stream of fog's revision.
Current Location: Otterburn
Current Music: Throbbing Gristle - Now