So, poems. This is a totally new thing for me! I wrote the following piece a few weeks ago, after a week of being extremely forgetful. I wrote another poem this weekend, and a theme became immediately clear – I was writing about my shortcomings.
I’d like to talk more (don’t I always?) about some of this, but I think it may be best for me to just let the poems speak for themselves. I think this project has real therapeutic potential for me, and I’m actually sort of looking forward to my next bout of negative self-talk, so I can turn it into something to share.
As for the project’s title, see the Wiki article for Omphaloskepsis
I’d love your feedback and thoughts, just keep in mind that I know next to nothing about poetry!
[oftentimes] my train of thought makes unscheduled departures
and suddenly i snap to, discovering
that i am pushing an empty cart through the lighting department
while back in housewares mine sits, abandoned
heavy-laden with valuables
and the toothpaste, the throw pillows, and some batteries
and then later
i open the microwave door
to find last night’s peas
still waiting to be served.
i make lists, so i’ll remember things
but i forget about the lists.
my mind, overtaken by wanderlust
goes on ahead without me.