nirix5 | Lookit. I wrote it- to quote President Simpleton, "Is the children learning?"

April is National Poetry Month. Hark, I have decided to observe National Poetry Month by writing a Poem. And also by reading Emily Dickinson, and getting myself quite confused. Yerp.

"Idle Thoughts on a Tuesday Morning"

There is war overseas
Yesterday seven women were shot
(By Americans, at a checkpoint)
Their crime, it seems,
Was passing go without rolling the dice.
Here at home, little changes
Protected as we are
By two near-unassailable oceans.
It doesn’t really touch us.
Bottles of Coke are still two for one at Eckerd’s
I plan to watch Will & Grace at nine.
There is laundry I have to put away
It started out in the washbasket this morning
But ended up dumped onto the beige carpet
As I searched for clean socks.
War overseas; laundry (clean) on my floor.
Bombs there. Unfolded fabric here.
Just fabric- that’s all.
Unfolded clothes have no meaning.
And I wonder, somewhat idly, as I glance at a rumpled cotton shirt
If the veils of seven women
Would fit into my washbasket,
Or would it be too much?
Would it take another load
To wash all that cloth?

(April 1, 2003)