Because we all want to write more poems.
alchemy
to write
is to dream
on paper
transform
life thought
into life lived
if only through
words. the way
the hot water
felt, running through
your hands as you washed
the dishes for the last
time that washing the dishes
would seem like an ordinary activity.
the way the moon looked,
gigantic and implacable,
that morning when you
woke up at five, opened your eyes to
enormous picture windows that
were not your own,
stared at its full white glory
over Puget Sound.
the sound of the dog's nails
on the kitchen floor
of the apartment
you used to live in,
the one in the building
as cobwebbed as Miss Havisham's
living room, the one
with scandalous photos
from another century
hidden inside its walls
and an all-day drunk
downstairs. you know,
the kind of thing you
remember -
even when it didn't
really happen
to you
at all.
- Jennifer Dixey's Shared Poems
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Clayton Medeiros
February 25, 2012
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The writer may become the
The writer may become the words.