Some of you have read some of the sentence poems from my collection I died yesterday. When reading them, I always begin with the title poem:
Sometimes, to take the pressure off, I pretend I died yesterday. (That’s it; that’s the poem.)
And, as some of you may recall, I also offer this introduction: “These are not poems that I write, exactly. They come to me by surprise. Each one evokes in me images and stories, some even with sequels, and I hope they do the same for you.”
Here are some recent ones:
If at all possible, write down—in the moment—those amazing lines and thoughts and incidents you think you will never forget because you will, pretty much most of the time.
So far, this is a day of things not working: my phone, my blood pressure machine, my brain…
I love it when the cows are grazing in the pasture outside my bedroom window, but I hated it when those two donkeys were steps away when I went out my front door.
Just think of the deep, sad horrors of the phrase thousands of unaccompanied minors.
Stop bludgeoning her with God’s grace!
The day will come when I can’t do this anymore; maybe tomorrow.
Morning prayer: With a tiny shake of my head, I dismiss my doubts and proceed.
Class, I’m feeling dull today; you be the brightness.
Every tear has 1000 tears behind it.
I know of nothing more dangerous to a writer than checking Facebook first thing in the morning.
If a sentence poem has come to your mind/heart, why not share it in Comments. Easier than haiku!
ALSO, an update: My manuscript is in the hands of the agent who requested it. (I still gulp happily when I think of this.) So please forward or send the link above to a friend or seven–7 being a good luck number, I think, or is it 9–who might enjoy I died yesterday. Kindly urge them to Follow. Expand one’s social media presence is a cruicial part of the writing/publishing enterprise these days, you know, so I appeal to you with gratitude–and without apology… Thanks, friends!