PERIOD.
by April Halprin Wayland
It sounds so final.
Like things stop.
When you get it.
I know that when I finally get mine,
I’m going to be so thrilled I’m going to call it my
Exclamation Point.
published in GIRL COMING IN FOR A LANDING (Knopf) 2002
also published in PERIOD PIECES (HarperCollins) 2003
2 Responses
Foot In Mouth ~ G.M
It was a thought unfinished
A rhyme part done
an idea diminished
Before it begun
a meandering tale
That got stuck at t’ gate
Jonah’s whale, just
shrimp on a plate
conjecture caught
before it could spark
a bloody great nought
all left in the dark
no lightbulb shine
no comic thought bubble
no reason, or rhyme
no neuron’s wobble
it was an unfinished thought
It’s logic all weak
Just wish I’d been taught
To think & then speak………………..
I like this celebratory poem so much! Indeed…to grow up is a gift…scary and exciting. You really see inside of people, April.
This is a cool project – hurray for snapping those poems back for this trip around the block!
xo, a.