Poem of the Week - As I Leave the Time Machine (30 August, 2011)

Here at Poets United we enjoy a feeling of community, and each week we feature a poem written by one of our members. This week's poem is from the blog of  Buddah Moskowitz, a poet from California, who blogs at   I Hate Poetry.

I think many of us have felt this way as we write poetry:

As I Leave the Time Machine

Sitting here 
with the time machine,
I make glorious plans.

I am taken back to 
memories 
some golden, some bitter 

and taken to dreams, 
allowing myself the conceit 
of clairvoyance.

In the time machine
everything that I am not
does not matter 

it’s just me 
these fingers 
this keyboards
and these thoughts

all
somehow
inexplicably 
working in concert 

for some creative
common end. 

While a man sitting alone at 
a machine 
can hardly be called noble,

sometimes 
if he strikes the idea 
just right 
and the Muse 
has been kind

he’ll write something
that might make a difference

even if that difference 
is only
a smile.

So,
I keep trying, 

though the ideas be 
modest or miniscule.

Perhaps they’ll outlast me
as an incomplete legacy, 

and 
as I leave the time machine
of writing

I will re-engage 
with the real-world

long enough and
deep enough 
to hopefully find 

still more
to bring back 
to the machine.

Thanks, Buddah, for being part of Poets United.  We look forward to reading more of your work.

Friends, we hope you have enjoyed this poem.  Look for another Poem of the Week next week.  One day it will be yours.

Posted for Poets United by Mary Kling, who spends as much time as possible at In the Corner of My Eye.