I put out a call for favorite poems on Facebook today and a friend of mine shared this one that I’ve never read before. I am very touched by it. I hope you like it too.
The silver crescent
Is but a slice of what really is.
In a moment
The moon will be full again.
As you set out on the way to Ithaca
hope that the road is a long one,
filled with adventures, filled with understanding.
-C.P. Cavafy. Ithaca.
Today I am going to be brave and post a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It, seriously, was inspired by an episode of Mad Men. Go figure.
I wish I’d known that was the last time.
I would have worn my red dress
And painted my nails
And worn lipstick.
Instead I was wearing my flannel nightshirt
And my hair wasn’t just right.
Was hidden in the
Tea leaves left behind.
Signs of the future
Camouflaged in the past.
Twisted around in the present.
Around me everywhere.
I was just too blind to see.
I wish I’d know that was the last time.
On my mat in the temple
The tea’s steam rises.
It points the way.
The path is not straight.
It silently winds around
Where it meets
Making their way down
My colleague has encouraged me to read this poem at our library’s poetry slam tomorrow evening. I am very nervous. It is the first time I have shared my poetry in a public, real life, setting. I thought I would record myself reading it as a warm up.
My colleague and I recorded this in preperation for our library’s poetry slam next week. This is from the book Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices.