Sunday, January 26, 2025

Poem Made of Abandoned Lines

This morning, I decided to play with lines from rough drafts that I abandoned, never turning them into finished drafts.  I opened documents going back to May, and assembled these lines (feel free to play too):


I leave the key
To unlock the code in my sewing
Basket.

A monastery in the desert, too far
For the maniacal


We all comment on the coldness
Of this winter.

I am tired of tethers,


We saw the signs early


a summer
Of sorbet and lemonade.


Walking by flashlight, startled
By my bear shaped shadow.


the wolf
At the door in the form of a hurricane


In a time of trouble, she knits
Socks of all sizes.

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After an hour or two of tinkering and internet meandering, here's what I came up with.  I have no idea how I feel about the poem itself, but the process of creating it was immensely satisfying.   It is not autobiographical--I've had no biopsy, I can't scramble up rock faces, I prefer crocheting to knitting while my grandmother preferred embroidery, I don't think I should have been making plans to move.  The bit about being startled by my shadow, thinking it might be a bear as I walked in the dark with a flashlight--that part is true.


After a summer of sorbet and lemonade,
I tire of my own frivolity. I am the grasshopper,
not the ant.  I have made ice cream
when I should have been earning 
money and making plans to move.

The wolf at the door
in the form of a hurricane 
or a biopsy or election results.
I dream of a monastery in the desert, far
from the maniacal.

I saw the sign early,
walking by flashlight, startled 
by my bear shaped shadow.
In the summer, I scrambled up the rock face
to gather berries.  In the fall,
I fight the urge to hibernate.

We will comment on the coldness 
of this winter.  I struggle
to stay awake.  In my sewing
basket, a small ball of yarn.

I think of my grandmother 
who knitted socks of all sizes,
her form of resistance.
I prefer scarves.  I have always chosen
long lines: poetry or code or check out line,
a chain to connect us all.


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