After many, many days of sleeping, hours of coughing, and two rounds of medication, I’m finally feeling human again. I read when the throbbing in my head permitted but didn’t do much writing. Thanks to the amazing author notes that accompany the poetry at Rattle, however, I was able to think about writing.
This poem was derived from the author notes with poems posted at Rattle on July 17, 19, and 22.
Poetry workshop in three stanzas
every day she writes
with a sharp pencil
on lined paper
in a notebook – like this one?
he often ruins poems
working them to death
he believes they are not lost
but find other, better makers
we lose stuff all the time –
pets, people, wallets, jobs
a good poem makes a sound
readers recognize as their own
(https://www.rattle.com/city-of-refuge-by-katherine-barrett-swett/,
https://www.rattle.com/object-lesson-in-over-attachment-by-hayden-saunier/,
https://www.rattle.com/prozac-ode-by-craig-van-rooyen/)
Hibiscus moscheutos ‘Blue River II’ in my yard.
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