asked to write about the ephemeral topic 'peace of mind',
i filled two pages front and back, fretted and grumbled, crossed out several lines.
with a fresh page, i stared until my forehead ached,
then closed my eyes and opened them to see the paper still so blank.
i pushed the page away, watched it loop-de-loop with lazy grace
until it landed, unperturbed, in some new resting place.
stillness in the paper like the surface of a pool,
while here the poet sits, a flustered, grumpy fool
in laughter i knew i'd found my peace
i may do the rhyming, but the paper is wiser than me
NOTES:
* not entirely a true story. I did write several pages worth of poetry, including many random lines about storms and tea and animals. Then I got the beginnings of a poem about rats and a rather long poem in response to the War on Women, but nothing that fit Peace of Mind. Finally, frustrated, I declared "HOW can you convey in thoughts a thing that only happens when you stop thinking?" And thus this poem was born.
* I used all lower case, especially the 'i's to try and convey a sense of humbleness. Also sometimes I just like lower case. So there. =P
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