How do you like it thus far,
this poem,
not much to go on, I know,
but for me to keep writing.
I need assurances.
I need feedback.
So far,
is the poem strong or weak?
Is it worth my pen scratching
paper-thin thoughts
on thin paper?
I once saw a sparrow attempting to mimic a fish.
The bird was feather soaked but unsuccessful,
tearing only a quick hole in the skin of the lake.
I want my thoughts to go deeper,
deep where even the shadows are wet.
What do you think?
Are you with me so far?
I once ate a cake so half-baked and runny
I had to suck batter up through a straw.
I want my thoughts to be thick,
so dense a person could stand on them.
What do you think?
Are you with me so far?
I once saw a dictionary blush,
embarrassed by its own words.
I want my words to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
What do you think?
Are you with me so far?
I once came to a door that only opened
from the inside out. I couldn’t get in.
I want my poems to let people in and out.
But, as they turn the knob to go out, I want
them to change their minds and stay in.
Are you inside standing at the door?
Are you turning the knob?
Let me know.