Thing of the Week: Amy Turn Sharp's Poem a Day for a Year

My friend Amy Turn Sharp is writing a poem every day for a year and they're all lovely and inspired and full of ideas and moments and wonder. It has been a treat to check in on her blog every day.

Here are some excerpts from a few of my faves, in no particular order.

#22

if only we could be born with a pocket

above our heart

a small tidy pouch

where the operating instructions

the safety information

the detailed primer to the individual heart beat boom love engine

that we own

was kept

and we would grow accustomed to

humankind

sticking their hands down inside of our pockets

reaching in

pulling out

and studying the words

and we would be fine...

#34

you were long limbed

hair brown down

and you were the kind of boy

who wrecked cars

there is a type of boy

like you

turn up the stereo

type it across a white paper

drive fast

almost die

the countryside has swervy roads

gravel crunch curves

all of the bad boys lived on my street

with tight pants and lanky bodies

with sparkle rock and roll eyeballs

and I saw all the wreckage

#38

...in a late model minivan

rolling towards suburbia

with a single cigarette you

bummed from the neighbor

sparking flashbulb memories

take a moment to make the oath

address the wind

the world

the neighborhood

as you drive by

screaming

pushing into the night...

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You can follow Amy's poem a day, here. Enjoy.

GGC