Dec 21, 2021

Poems that begin with 'I'

I am cooking you dinner in a kitchen 

That is full of stacks of paper. 

I can't help that. 

Thelonious Monk is on the cd player 

And beans and tomatoes are in the pot. 

I don't seem to have any control over when I get sad. 

Is that normal? 

Sunlight streams in through the windows 

And washes my eyes clean. 

I have birds that are not golden, 

And one of them is bopping his head to the beat. 

Birds often like Monk; try it for yourself.

I have plates that don't match and I drink too much coffee. 

Walt Whitman wasn't worried about beginning poems with 'I.' 

Neither was Rumi. 

I think about death a lot; do you? 

Doesn't everyone? I am sure that's normal. 

Sometimes my sadness is like a symphony that only I can hear. 

The beans are done and the rice is done 

And now I am slicing bell peppers so that we can dip them in hummus. 

An editor told me recently that he doesn't like poems that begin with 'I.' 

But I don't really care what he likes. 


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