Saturday, December 27, 2008

one example of a poem using great literary work, just an example

I am snowed under
with work, my desk piled 
with papers and notes 
to myself to clear  
a space for writing. Snow
is deceptive, piles
of it outside the window
make me sluggish for work.
I need to stop drifting
and plow through the mess
I made here over 10 weeks 
of teaching others about writing. 
Writing is what I say I do. 
I cannot regard others'
writing as more. I need to fall
back, drift away on the weather
that has been building in my head
and write what snow is doing outside.

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