10 April 2011
My hands are so dizzy.
Fingers droop with fatigue.
I’ve bent the sounds at every which angle
Like a strongman at the iron bar.
And somehow I don’t understand
Why there’s nothing left.
NaPoWriMo number 10.
My daughter says the most wonderfully poetic things, like "Daddy, my hands are dizzy." That's where this came from. It's different from a lot of my stuff because of its brevity (which came by accident-when I try to write short poems, it just ain't happenin') and the some of the lines are longer than what is typical for me. DAGNABBIT-I made my poem seem much shorter by making the lines longer. Guess I gotta keep working on this. I wrote this based on the Sunday Scribblings prompt: befuddled. I'll probably post it at Writer's Island and Poet's United's Poetry Pantry as well.