National Poetry Month: April Poem of the Day Archive. Pick one. Don’t be the only person in your neighborhood not reading a poem.
Himself: Swam, and finished the dry wall on the bathroom. The tile cutter arrived. Dinner with friends and good conversation.
Herself: Swam. Edited a great number of scribbles, had a ceremony with MB for an old friend, and we all did dinner with new friends. My allergies are at their very worse, or I have the beginning of a killer cold. Coughing again.
Gratitude: MB and G and K with D. There, there all anonymouse to please the DM. :)
Still I was dogged about this.
I believe in poetry. Since I scribble the darned stuff, perhaps I thought everyone should be reading more than just my jottings. So I started slow and gentle using links that I posted at the top of my side bar. The first was a mention of The National Museum of Health and Medicine which an online exhibit of some Walt Whitman items in their collection. Yes, I read some pretty esoteric pages here online.
Did you Stop and visit just a moment with Emily Dickinson, or did you take a peek at a poet who is larger than life: Maya Angelou? Oh, I forgot the links to Gwendolyn Brooks or EE Cummings. Perhaps I thought you could find these works by yourself. No?
After suggesting, “Try one, you’ll like it, I asked, “Did you know there were vampire poems? Neither did I. Perhaps too esoteric. In the last few days I’ve resorted to humor. And it’s a truism I offer today,
Don’t be the only one in your neighborhood without one.