C's bookshelf: read

The Peculiar
Maggot Moon
The City and the City
The Road
A Certain Slant of Light
The Muses Among Us: Eloquent Listening and Other Pleasures of the Writer's Craft
Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
Brown Girl in the Ring
Well Wished
The Innkeeper's Song
Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art
American Indian Myths and Legends
The Left Hand of Darkness
The Return of the King
The Fellowship of the Ring
The Two Towers

C S Peterson's favorite books »

Saturday, September 22, 2012

And Mars Just Sits There

I stay up late at night
worried about how 
I may have been judged
cataloguing my faults
worrying at the ones
I haven’t counted yet
but may well be counted by
others who can see them
so easily since they can 
so easily observe me 
from the outside

And roiling over 
in social disjointed 
image soaked media
till all hours
just to avoid 
the laundry
till I’m nauseous with tag lines

And then Mars just sits there
the little rover, far from home
just sits there on Mars
where all that was 
has passed away

where the rock
the sun
the wind
the dust
just there


  1. Our minds play such tricks on us, don't they, over & over again the thoughts keep coming. There is a settling in your poem at the end, hope it's true. I love that 'nauseous with tag lines'.

  2. Thanks for the comment Linda! How funny that I wrote this, which was generated from concerns about words, and then read your post on the same topic. Must be in the air. Thinking about what exists beyond our planet always helps me reset my perspective and settle down.