jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

In a Strange Turn of Events, June Cleaver Shreds Her Apron

I want to be Captain America for awhile.
I’ll kiss my ship.
I love ships.
I haven’t been Captain America
in a long time
I can’t remember if I have a ship.

(Meanwhile, the children roost in my limbs)

Looking really closely
I see it is my heart.
Not my ship, but my heart.

I don’t need a screwdriver
to fix my ship
steady vessel.
My heart rides on the edge
of my sleeve, call it my cape.

(Meanwhile, the children toe the dirt for clues)

My ship doesn’t fly.
(I don’t have a ship.)
My heart hides beneath the folds
of my cape, cowers from crabs
from cats
from bats on the wing.

Flying is overrated.
Perhaps I should take a train.
(The children are grounded)

Am I there yet?

My heart can’t take it.
Captain America,
take your vacation.

Wish you were

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Anonymous rick said...

you kill me. i love this.

11:49 PM  
Blogger jillypoet said...

thank you! reading it again, it sounds vaguely like a demented housewife highjacked my muse!

9:12 AM  
Blogger Rebicmel said...

I love this! It's such a fun read and full of great imagery!


10:15 AM  
Blogger Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Jilly. Jilly! :D

9:14 PM  
Blogger gkae said...

you're probably exhausted when you wrote this...

i like it.

3:24 AM  
Blogger holly said...

This is a fantastic poem! It is quite, quite funny, and so packed with conflicting emotion! The title is great too...wow, seriously, this is good...and, it makes me want to be a mom that much more! Also, "children roost in my limbs" and "Flying is overrated." wow...I could go on and on about this poem, really...

12:25 AM  
Blogger Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Are you lost in the Underworld? Knock on a wall, and we'll try to find you! Shout, if you can!

1:28 PM  
Anonymous christine said...

Jill, this is an honest, whimsical poem, and very much of you. Your voice is all over it! Love it.

BTW, Dana is starting a new postcard poetry project. I submitted one, and it's up on her new site.

Here's the link, in case you want to submit one. She want all the co-poers to do one if they can.

9:26 PM  
Anonymous christine said...

oops, left off the link.

postal poetry project

9:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I haven’t been Captain America

I see it is my heart

My heart

My heart doesn’t fly

8:03 AM  
Anonymous Mandy de Waal said...

To stumble on great beauty this early in the morning. What a gift.

1:54 AM  
Anonymous Nathan said...

I like this a lot. "toe the dirt" is great as is the rhythm of your last lines.

6:34 AM  

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