Time For A New Poem

Time For A New Poem By Stephanie Mesler (aka Freda Frostbite) This is me, writing a new poem because it's time to commit poesy. I know it is, because it's marked in my day planner. 2 PM on Monday afternoon--- "write a new poem." It's not even in pencil. I've inked it in between an appointment with the oncologist and tea with my great Aunt, who will, no doubt arrive on time with a bottle of something sharp to add to the tea, so I'd better get started. She tells me the poem will be payment for her company. So I am writing...a poem?...sort of. Or maybe it's just an essay, a plain old boring essay about how poems do not submit to scheduling, no matter how determined the poet. But no, this has to be a poem... doesn't it? Because poems are about fleeting things, thoughts and feelings, colors, and odors...aren't they? Of course, sometimes they are about deep things, like water and philosophy, but in a poem, even broad subjects are to b...