Self-Portrait
infusion, from the past
Jan. 2, of this year of hope,
2005. Sixty degrees in Memphis,
On the retreat that is my upstairs
Porch, me, and Lola barking
At first one runner, then another.
I’m drinking bourbon, 9:30
In the morning, I’ve recorded
That fact before, listening
To the CD Jeremy burned for me,
Big John, The Devil Went Down
To Georgia, stirring songs.
Inside, a telephone jangles.
Looking out over woods soaked
By a night of rain, and it
Still drizzling, I give a long wolf
Howl–now, turn to answer.
© slovitt 2023
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a great poem of yours from the past. nice to read it again.
it can be instructive too on how to write good poems.
there’s a typo: listening.
thanks. have recently started to write again, as you know, and wanted to keep some momentum, hence this post of an older poem
any new poems? why don’t you set a new challenge, can somebody do it? i’m sure it will be a success. it will help uka.
okay, how does one set a challenge? by the way, glad to hear from you, i could feel you wiggle your ears before you sent this message.
very glad ukauthors now has a new challenge and hopefully many will join and bring uka’s mojo back.
will you be writing one too?
Swep?
yes, may post it this friday though designated for the challenge.
cool. see? all it takes is a new forum topic posting comments replies and the place is slowly but surely getting its mojo back. Friday? it’s Monday i will be posting mine. now, let’s bring more people back.
im all for mojo