Surrender

5.01
NaPoWriMo

(Surrender)

Maybe I should carry a notebook
wherever I go.
Six poems appeared in my head,
seven times I wished para la pluma
y el papel.

And I had none.

So I wrote an
inconsequential,
independent
poem
(not about northeastern rain
or fishing
or my purpose in life
or my grandmother’s hands
or my grandfather’s different socks
or Jews.) but

about how I need more notebooks than
the thirty-six
I already own.

That was my first Official poem for Poetry Appreciation Month. I'm thinking of doing this not only for the month of May (Happy First of May, by the way! Labor Day in Ukraine.), but for the rest of my life.

It's amazing what your mind does with that Must-Write-A-Poem-A-Day mentality.

I love it. Poetry oppurtunities are opening up all around me.

What can I say?

I know what I can say. And I think I can say it best with this haiku.

I am a poet.
I am allowed to be as
obscure as I like.

--Mara de la Mugre