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Some Like Poetry
Some Like Poetry Some – thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools, where one has to, and the poets themselves, there might be two people per thousand. Like – but one also … Continue reading
does it happen to you?
So, does April sneak up on everyone like this, or is it just me? How can I be this caught off guard every year?! 🙂 In any case, here we are! Welcome back to the celebration! Hopefully it will not … Continue reading
Making a Friend
 Making a Friend I made a friend out of what was there: The legs of a table, the arms of a chair, A big head of lettuce with two ears of corn, The seat of a sofa all tattered and worn, … Continue reading
The hour just before
This is the hour just before the party ~ April is upon us once again. Has it been a whole year already?! It has been a crazy one for your poetry pimp, leaving me as certifiable as ever. For those … Continue reading
The First of May
The First of May The orchards half the way From home to Ludlow fair Flowered on the first of May In Mays when I was there; And seen from stile or turning The plume of smoke would show Where fires … Continue reading
Dance in Your Blood
Dance in Your Blood Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free. ~ Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
Dust
Dust Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working … Continue reading
Poem in Your Pocket Day!
Last day!! Happy National Poem in Your Pocket Day!!!!! That’s right all you poetry readers! Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day! The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month, then carry it with … Continue reading
Crossing the Bar
Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound … Continue reading