Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with non-poetic words. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six poems at twenty-three. I’ll post each Friday until the last week of March, then I’ll post one a day until my birthday on April 30th. Here’s number 35 (thanks to David Fish for the name):
Tefnut chipped hunks of ice
From her hardened heart
Threw them down
Taki-Tsu-Hiko chased them
With tears over her island
Tears for the waves
Waruna sent. She felt bad for Taki,
Offered her own tears
As penance.
Ganymede grabbed icicles
Halfway down from heaven
Shredded them with a golden grater
Into snow.
Mawa & Hiro tried to roll in sable
Stratus clouds putting on a
Front, but
Tlaloc & Chac liked gilded sunshine enough to
Patch the sky with light.
Gray resulted.
Baiyubibi stopped by Seattle before
Adding to the mess, calling on
Yu-Tzu & Addad to sprinkle us
Monsoon us
Sprinkle
Pour
Dribble
Spit-spray
Torrent-Flurry-Sleet-Flood
Showering
Drizzle
Mist
Snow?
Thor drank another tankard full
Another barrel full
One more pint full, one more sip, one drip
Hung his lightning off the barstool edge
Stood up
And pissed snain all over us,
Guffawing.
