Monday, May 16, 2011
MAGPIE/ Prompt #66
I WROTE THIS POEM about a week before MAG 66 was posted. I somehow knew there would be a match up, and soon, I hoped. Tess, thanks for the wave length...
LOST AND FOUND
There is an authentic place
for all of us,
where we pull
the blanket of comfort
up to our chin,
and dream through
a universe of wonder
and discovery.
A genius, a prodigy
may have that
one true blessing,
that who am I?
handed to them on silver.
Most of us are not that lucky.
I was a tourist in my life
till a minute ago.
That's when I started
to assemble the blocks,
the alphabet,
and noticed that some
called this writing.
I finally arrived,
opened that door,
was able to yell out,
"Honey, I'm home".
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Monday, January 12, 2009
Billy Collins

ANOTHER BILLY COLLINS
MOMENT
I've noticed a flurry of Billy adulation
floating through several blogs recently,
mine included.
I am his biggest fan. In fact,
I wrote the following poem about him
last year when I made the discovery
that not only were we both born
in NYC, but we share the same birth date.
Billy...I salute you!!!
BEING BILLY COLLINS
I want to kidnap you,
immobilize your transferred body,
throw you down
on white paper,
place your arms at your sides,
then grab a pitch black
pointy pencil,
outline your stock-still body,
because I'm about to
become you.
Not like you. Just you.
With ceremony,
I'll place myself within
the sketched border,
transforming, transforming...
It's only fair that this occur.
Proof:
March 22nd
our mutual date of birth.
I'm the one meant to be
the celebrated poet,
to know what it's like
to have the literary world
rally round my accomplished patois.
Billy, you were meant
to take a seat and stare
at this anesthetizing screen.
And here you are,
punch drunk from lack of sleep,
clutching my napping cat
upon your sprawling lap,
wondering what you're doing here.
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