Monday, Monday. Sometimes it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be …
(Thank you, John Phillips!)
I’ve been ignoring my trusty wake up with public radio routine lately, choosing to listen to music every morning instead of checking in with the headlines and weather before switching over to my iPod. More fool me.
This music-morning behavior made me the only person who didn’t know we were getting snow today. Not the most welcome of surprises.
It’ll be April soon, so I’ve been thinking a lot about poetry. I’m really at a loss for what I’ll do with Poetry Month. With all the prep I’ve got to do for my mid-month surgery, I don’t think I’m up to taking on a poem-a-day challenge. And that makes me a little sad. I will still write something during April, but I need to think about it some more. And think about whether I want to do a single-form challenge, spending the month writing only one type of poem. And if I want to do that, what form am I choosing? (These are not the heavy decisions I posted about the other day, but they have been on my mind.)
How will you celebrate National Poetry Month? Will you celebrate Poem in Your Pocket Day?
As I continue to wade through my options, I leave you with a tiny something laid out in magnets on my wall cabinet at work (I love magnetic poetry!):
Good rain like green summer light
like dreaming clouds above blue
I feel dark, full, alive.
You can see the rest of today’s slices at Two Writing Teachers.