I am not a Poet

I am not a poet. Sometimes, I write poetry.

I am not a teacher, still I train and coach.

I am not a student though I continue to learn.

I am not an engineer, and yet I question

the universe and try

to mold a new future,

or maybe invent an impossible one,

 

I fear.

Of all that I am not…

I am not prepared.

I am not convinced.

I am not culpable.

Yet, of course, I am.

or have been.

or will be.

not a poet

Most of all, I am not sure.

I explain.

I fail.

The path is twisted,

                     elusive,

                      complicated.

Cellular structures,

genetic engineering,

chemistry,

nanotechnology

drift in and out of my thoughts

and discussions.

Alzheimer’s,

caregiving,

his heart,

my heart,

her past,

my present,

his darkness,

my darkness,

her future,

his future,

our journey,

metaphorical

and literal,

nervous,

darkness,

lightness,

too real,

complicated,

serious,

and then

wake up

gasping.

Most of all,

I am not…

sure.

Nothing is absolute.

I am not…

Yet

 

Another Finish the Sentence Friday, which I get to on Sunday, with Finding Ninee. <3 to the linkup here. 

4 Comments

  1. Lisa @ TheGoldenSpoons April 30, 2017 at 3:15 pm - Reply

    Lovely!

  2. Kristi Campbell April 30, 2017 at 7:02 pm - Reply

    Mardra,
    It seems to me that you are, indeed, a poet. I love your writing and this particular piece took me to a lot of places. My dad, my son, the future, (possible) Alzheimer’s, hope, being. <3

  3. Lisa @ The Meaning of Me May 2, 2017 at 10:24 pm - Reply

    I’m with Kristi – beg to differ on the not a poet statement. I especially love the opening lines.

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