OctPoWriMo Day 2 prompt: Where does poetry hide? Where Does Poetry Hide? Poetry gathers dust in the corner It peers up through stains on the floor Thriving in haphazard textures It’s all this and so much more Poetry lives in all we rush past Undervalued, overlooked, swept aside I found one once tucked in a napkin Shivering and trembling inside It’s what our mind crops out of the picture It’s at the heart of many mistakes All it wants is to be acknowledged If ignored it will make your heart ache – Tui Snider 31 Days: Today’s photos Today’s photos…
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Day One: Prejoicing! I want to share last night’s dream: I’m walking through Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle with my pal, Woofmutt, when an elderly shopkeeper waves us over and asks, “Do you kids like words?” “Sure,” I say. “Of course,” adds Woofmutt. “We’re writers.” “Thought so,” the man says. He then launches into a sales pitch while sliding a piece of wood out of a rough burlap sack. It’s a varnished board, about two feet long, six inches high and thin as a candy bar. The man explains that, by using special tools included with his kit, we…