I wrote this next poem while sitting on a window ledge at the hostel I stayed at in Bern, Switzerland. I had been reading a book called "Poem Crazy," which has a lot of fun ideas about writing poems. I was in a poetic mood and decided to try one of those ideas out. I must warn you that I am NOT a poet. It's just something fun and stress releiving I do. Most of the poems I write are when I am stressed and upset, so I don't share those, but I figured that this is an intersting and safe one to put up on this site. So. . . here is a poem I wrote about me.

Poem Crazy Me!

By Sierra Tindall

I am a toothpicked pear,
Glassy smooth with a frazzled mauve belly.
Light-bulb blue beaming iris,
Screaming green and kites.

I strum along alley-ways cooing birdsong on gondola.
Just around the corner, is my song.
A crooked question mark swinging on a door
labeled "WHY" is where I am.

Behind me, inside me, around me are white peppered birds
whistling rain, producing tears.
I am jailed in by Lifetime, Discovery, A&E,
and jaded Andy Warhol posters of myself.

Yesterday my name was work, waiting, freedom!
Tomorrow my name will be a mountain hike,
alone in myself.
In my dreams my name is not my own,
but adopted from a puppy's collar.

Sierra is me; mountain range high and white with Closed eyes, waterfalls, monkey face, monkshood, dreaming while Caught in the distance is a regal mirage with stuccoed rain frescoed in a museum.

CC is me; screaming smiley faces and dancing on ice-cream cones.
Eyes wide with droplets of musk, curry, and lightning bolts
That KERPLUNK! onto roller coaster stage lights.

My real name is a choice, divided in two. Which me will I be today?