Sunday, December 28, 2008

On Our Worst Day (a poem)

On Our Worst Day
By Nordette Adams

bitter thought cankers the heart's chambers.
We smile and say we like what we do not,
that we love what we envy --
lose ourselves in little houses
of others' expectations.

We work at revealing ourselves
with sweet poems.
One day a button pusher comes.
Repressed verse drips like curds of
spoiled cottage cheese
from our uncurled lips, stinking the air.

We show who we are on our worst day.

The muse comes when we quiet,
covers the pus with honey.
We call that poetry.

(c) 2008 Nordette Adams

1 comment:

Susan Sonnen said...

Talk about graphic! Excellent!