Poetry Sundays

   My friend Michelle (who claims she does not like poetry) suggested that I post a poem on my blog every now and then.  I think that was a fabulous idea.  I love poetry.  I read and write poetry. And so should everyone else (Michelle claims she is going to give poetry another go.)!
   In honor of this occasion, the first poem I post will be one of mine:

 

Interpretation

In the dream I am getting married to a man I do not know.

Signifying a union of two opposite yet complimentary ideas.

Speak many words that mean nothing and everything.

Go around the tree and under the sky to find an unknown.

On the phone with a friend, she is desperate to understand.

Understand the mind of a person she barely knows.

Both sides of the same coin tossed in the air too many times.

Listen to words. Look into eyes. Imagine meaning.

Two days ago the moon was the largest of the year.

A full moon drowns out  imperfections or magnifies frailty.

And here I am pulling on thoughts.  Rubber-bands

collected and reused,  elastic but breakable.