I wrote this poem while reading Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy. I titled it…well, “Poemcrazy”.

Poemcrazy

i must have created quite a picture
dozing with a giant white bear
in the crook of my arm
Poemcrazy scrawled across the bookjacket
covering my face and making a slight
indentation across my right cheek
it wasn’t a nap, entirely
not even rest, since words danced and floated
through my mind, tempting, tantalizing
like a cummings poem i’d read as a child
(it stuck with me, his style, only i didn’t know then
that something in me was secretly longing for that kind
of freedom; i rediscovered him today in the pages pressing against my forehead)
i must have seemed a taciturn eccentric
hands limp and relaxed as verse took shape
behind the book resting on my face
shielding my eyes from the sunlight of midday
(though not my ears from the whine of a weed machine
wielded by a well-intentioned neighbor)
i recalled lines i’d read moments before
and how i had smiled at the mention of word games
i’d played in my girlhood
how did she know
i dreamed in word tickets of meander and flummox and herb garden
and winery and worthlessness and side-winder
while the whining ebbed and flowed and breezes blew
and my hair tickled me awake
so even though it might appear i’d left behind
lazy susans and black-eyed peas and catharsis
in the land of a people i call the ballantrae
my favorite thing of all is that
i feel a little bit like a poet today

 

 

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14 thoughts on “Poemcrazy

  1. ha, and you are a bit of poet…really well crafted…i dreamed in word tickets of …begins my favorite part, i like the rather cascade that comes next to the tickling hair awake…its cool how a book can affect us so as well….

  2. I love this poem, Lisa…so much about it. Flummox is definitely going on the list of words I want to use in a poem. I understand that nap that won’t happen because of the influx of words. It’s a disorder specific to poets.

    1. Indeed. I’ll never forget the first time I saw the word–in a book called The Pocket Muse, if I remember correctly–and dashed for the nearest dictionary. Being a writer is like being on an eternal treasure hunt. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

  3. smiles… i like that you re-discovered cummings and that his style and freedom somehow stuck with you over the years…i dreamed in word tickets of meander and flummox and herb garden
    and winery ….loved that whole part especially

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