P.A.D. November -- 11/18/2011

I'm procrastinating a little.  But this is a rough draft of one of the poems resulting from Poem-a-Day November.

November 18, 2011

The poet rolls
on the tile,
shouting in anguish.
She sweeps the floor
with every thrash
and gesture.

The poet stares
at Post-Its,
observing the fold and curve.
She sets them alight
in her imagination.

The poet wears
her notebook
on her head
and claims it helps
her think.

The poet twirls
her Bic pen
between knuckles.
The pen flips and soars
across the room.

The poet scribbles
on newspaper corners
after midnight
under blue cell phone
illumination.

The poet plays
with the vegetables
on her plate.
She stacks greenbeans,
and smashes carrots
into an orange paste.

The poet learns
trivia.
The poet
lives.

(Please don't steal my poem, this is an original work and it's all I have.)