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?

Here's a one of my favorite lines from a Shakespeare play. The imagery and solitude of it remind of an unknown, dusty sculpture you often find in an obscure corner of a museum that is so powerful in its lonliness that once it is really looked at time stops. It often reminds me of myself.

With green and yellow melancholy
she sat like patience on a monument,
smiling at grief.

Twelfth Night (2.4.112-114)