Scott Edward Anderson's Poetry Blog

Here’s my Day 3 poem for National Poetry Month, which I wrote during a bout with insomnia in the wee hours of the morning:

Love is never perfect

And neither are you and me.

You don’t walk on water;

I prefer to swim under.

And there is nothing

Over my eyes, neither

Gauzy nor hued.

I see your flaws

And raise them with mine.

And I love you,

Even in your imperfections,

Which I won’t enumerate here.

And even with all mine. (Ditto.)

That’s real love, baby.

Get used to it. It’s yours

If you want it–

–Scott Edward Anderson

The challenge is to write a poem every day for National Poetry Month.

I’ve never cared for these daily, quick-writ challenges, preferring to let a poem mull and steep rather than be cast onto the page too quickly like a gambler shooting dice out of a cup.

But, yesterday, sitting in Bryant Park eating my lunch, I was inspired to give it a go. And then again this morning on the subway heading from Brooklyn into Manhattan.

So, here are my first two entries:

1
April Fools the fool that fools
With the sun on the first day
Of baseball season.
They’ve laid new grass down
On the lawn at Bryant Park.
Sign reading: “Lawn Closed”–
Where just a month ago
There was a skating rink.
“The new sod is establishing
Its roots.”

2
Our blended family whorled
Back from Disney World,
Dispersed to their other
Homes, to come together
Later in this month of poetry.
Our fantasy become reality.

–Scott Edward Anderson