Where Poems Come From Day 9 NAMOPO

Where do poems come from?  Even the poets

my age ask that question.  Where do you

find poems?  If you want to write them and you’re

not sure how if you’re unclear where to begin.

Sometimes they’re outside

in rivers and mountains and sometimes they’re

in the kitchen  with my neighbor

Ken  tattoo portraits of his three dead wives

and room on his arm for more.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

1 Comment

  1. Scraggly skinny old dying cat
    Kills crying plump mouse
    In my house
    On my kitchen mat
    Me watching in horror
    Death mat now outside
    Dead mouse out in the bushes
    Sleeping cat curled in his box
    City girl is still disturbed.

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