Channeling Dead Poets
I’m still sleeping and
in the middle of a really good dream
while floating down a beautiful river
without oars in a grade one free flow covered with magical genie dust;
kind of like fairy dust
but you pick yours and I’ll pick mine.
AND I’m writing my poem
because that is where I do my best writing.
AND I believe in finishing what I start
So I’m planning on starting tonight
with a tantalizing sweet tangy snack of dried tropical papaya
and the most amazing
Wild Sweet Orange herbal tea this side of Kahaluu
followed closely by a discourse
on the fundamentals of
writing A Poem A Day at NIGHT
AND to get the thing jump started
I’ll drink my amazing herbal infusion tea out of my famous poets mug
the Academy of American Poets mug that inspires me to write every day with passion and to read it all, out loud.
To deliver with flair, that which is given to me by that grand muse, who is really a rather large flying cockroach that I’ve named Oscar that lives in the coconut palm with a small rat family of three, who I haven’t named, at the foot of the tropical fish pond, fronting the looming Koolau mountain range, on this crisp April Hawaiian night.
The Mug which honors great poets like Emily, William and Edgar, whose words spout from a well as cold and as clear as a mountain spring. Waking me in the dead of night to deliver rich pithy text to an otherwise blank white page and I do forgive them, for they have absolutely no sense of time in their nether world, and I am imploring them to speak now—so I can go back to sleep, and being a genial and polite sort I’m only insisting on one thing-just make it good.
So despite better judgment, they decide to have another go with the dim-witted; head-to-head, heart-to-heart only to find that something always seems to get Lost in Translation or Cloudy with a Chance of Ravioli an implied serious kind of humor carefully slipped in while dreaming of river
rafting without oars
or an engine. So I am reading the signs and always the Girl Scout will do as I’m told and finish what I start so I can earn the merit badge because golly gee Auntie EM, I just need this one and then I’ll have the whole row, and besides next year I’ll be too old and will outgrow those ruby slippers and wizard fantasies and have to start on something new.