The grinds

Spring Break lingers for me. One more day to write like this. A time to give praise to National Poetry Month.
I look forward to what April brings. Each day.

Today I honor my notebook that habitually falls short of what I think it should be.
Today I acknowledge my notebook’s nature. My reflection. Filtered through influences of the moment.

The Grinds

Coffee promisesnotebook.jpg
as a gray sky blankets —
creamed comfort for each sip.

Then the pen stutters,
skips, slips and words stumble
on that lined-page.

Repetitions sneak
in alongside arrows
and doodles flourish
obscuring the ugly

Unwanted. The first
impulse is to tear and toss
but
a thought creeps
in
saying:

No. Turn. Compost the page.
History nurtures
the grinds left behind.

4 thoughts on “The grinds

  1. What a treat to read a poem pulled together from your notebook. Love the way coffee filters through this poem. So glad you didn’t toss, but kept this to play with the words.

  2. Happy Poetry Month and Spring Break! I love how you’ve used the grinds of coffee to reflect the ugly notebook pages that can be composted. My notebook pages are never pretty. To me, that’s not the point. The point is to put the words on the page and test them out.

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