The prompt for today over at NaPoWriMo.net asked us to write a poem based on what we know. That gets heady for me. How much do I know, how much do I think I know, and how will my not knowing hinder my growth? I think I’ll stick to the basics. Anything complex right now might fry my poor tired brain.
I know that I am a woman;
but is that true?
Yes, of course yes,
I gave birth to two children.
But does that make a woman?
I know that I am tired.
I know that when tired
the best thing one can do is rest.
I know that I want to finish this blog post
and I want it to make sense.
As my eyes struggle to stay open
the chances of my being understood
I know they are open now:
I’m staring at the screen.
Is it time to shake my head and go?
And what else do I know,
and what else do I not know?