Political circus

I've written my fair share of verse about the current administration, but angry poetry isn't particularly interesting. A recent piece I read in The New Yorker about Kanye West was stranger than fiction and inspired this short poem. If you read the piece, you'll see how the poem wrote itself. My favorite kind.

West/Tidball 2024

Met his running mate
In an airport lounge
Sized her up as an online prophet
Great with kids
In touch with the divine

The religious imagination
Reads the leaves
Gives language to drought, flood and fire
Stops making God mad

Starting a religion is easier than
Running for President
Kanye shoots the moon

© 2020 Amy Wolgemuth Bordoni

"I'm tired of working" poems

It's brand planning season and some days I can't remember if I work from home or live at work, which makes it a real challenge to find the time and space to get any poems onto paper.

My sister and I made it to 100 daily poems with nearly no misses. We are continuing our pledge to keep up the poetry writing, but not quite as disciplined. My poems are shorter these days, and clearly influenced by sheer exhaustion and my love for the sun. 

Poem 101

They say, don't look at the sun
You'll go blind
But there are mornings
Where turning my face up, eyes open
To that dangerous, unearthly light
Is the only way I can see

Poem 103

I cannot sleep
but only dream, of rest
and lighter days

Poem 108

I leave my desk to sit in the sun.
No one knows
I am gone.
They email and chat
by flickering screens
waiting for solutions
to impossible problems
while I close my eyes and try
not to think
of anything
at all.

© Amy Wolgemuth Bordoni