I spent the first ten days of April back in Durham, doing some book things, some cookies business, and seeing good friends in a place that feels like home to me. In the process, I haven’t kept my promises to write each day during April. Here is my defense.
wordless
I know I’ve been silent,
even after I said I would
write a poem everyday,there are blanks where
poems should have been.because I thought about
a question I once heard
asked of photographers:what’s the best picture
you didn’t take?and I chose to stay up
late talking and laughing
rather than writing,keeping only the images
my heart could carry.
Peace,
Milton
A fine choice! It’s a little like missing worship to rock the babies.
You did the better thing, Milton. Sometimes you have to fill up, ya know.
In Coveyspeak, you have to sharpen the saw from time to time. Life experience is where the poems come from. Also, as in music, the rests are important.
I love that, David.