Poetry

dear poem

please fling your consonants
your double-meanings

please leap-frog your seed truth
over the form
out the pages
off the screen

please drop-kick my philandering lead strokes
clear over closest range

then

brush yourself off
scale the rock
descend the mountain

climb into waiting lap

and speak

You’ll notice I write poetry. It’s sort of an unusual thing but I lay prose on the page to understand the past and cast hope into the future. Sometimes poems come in a flourish but most of the time I write line by line, as my vocation as mother allows. Words scrawled on napkins. Post-its. Scraps of paper. At the end of the day I paste them into my journal and, bit by bit, poems find their way into the world and then out into this blog for you to share. I’ve studied along poets Shauna Paull and Daniela Elza, performed spoken word in Vancouver and Toronto, and completed a first book of poetry (2011) titled in praise of small things.