Issue Five - February 2003

I Am a Temporary Life Form

By Molly Swan-Sheeran

I am a temporary life form
Here on the third place out
I try to keep fed and to keep warm.

I wander, in a slurry of self-doubt
And self-love, and laughter, and stink
From clue to vague clue what about.

I climb and I fall and am round, pink
And hairy and starry and sore,
Staring up at the heavens that nod/wink.

What else could I do as a brain chore
In my own slip-shod eye of the storm?
Entertaining the gods. Only bores bore.

I am a temporary life form
Here on the third place out
I try to keep fed and to keep warm.

Copyright © 2002 by Molly Swan-Sheeran

Molly Swan-Sheeran who makes her living as a metal smith, has been writing poetry for more than 35 years. She has also written a book about designing paper-cut Celtic knots. She and her husband live on a small sailboat and only recently installed a telephone. You can find her on the web at www.celticswan.com/poems

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