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…
What is OctPoWriMo? My pals, Morgan Dragonwillow & Julie Jordan Scot joined forces to create a month-long poetry mix and mingle called OctPoWriMo. Full details can be found here: OctPoWriMo. You can also follow the #OctPoWriMo hashtag on Twitter. Feel free to join in! I don’t consider myself much of a poet. I’m more of a lyricist. For some reason, it’s easier for me to wax poetic when I’ve got a melody to work with. Even so, I’ve been playing around with haiku this month. Here are three I wrote over the weekend as my husband and I drove to…