One of my cherished correspondents recently noted:
"All right, I'm ready for the old, non-poetry HTM posts. Sorry to be a poetry pooper."
The hell you say.
Here are some things I am ready for:
1. school to be over for the semester.
2. my house to be clean.
3. myself to be younger.
4. my consumerist desires to be in check.
5. my entire gestalt to be in balance.
6. the war to be over.
7. a rational food policy in the world so no one would be hungry.
8. for human beings to stop hating and fearing women.
9. a peach tree in my back yard, in place of one of the sorry, unproductive apple trees.
10. justice for all.
But until April is over, my friend, there will be poems on the megastore. Oh yes! There will be poems.
I love this rainy poem. Thank heavens you didn't give up the poetry!
ReplyDeleteYeah. What was that snow/sleet/hail/rain about? Huh? But you can't give up on the poetry. I'm just getting to my really bad stuff. I'm glad you still have plenty of good in your poetry hopper.
ReplyDeleteThis possibly may sound like pandering to the poet or some other aliteratory (?) attempt, but just last night I found myself wishing that the poem-a-day-for-a-month would morph into the poem-a-day-for-a-year. (Gasp!) I know, I know that is too greedy to be believed and should not even have found its way onto my laptop and into your blog comments, but I totally relish the opportunity to read your poems--eagerly clicking on the poem link as soon as I get home (since blogs are blocked and logged at my place of employment).
ReplyDeleteKeep it up for as long as you can. Please. xo
I worried about the negative impact of my earlier "poetry pooper" response and then decided it wasn't a big deal and then saw you today and worried again. Looks like I should have just worried straight through.
ReplyDeleteOf course I'm just jealous of people who get poetry; I'm supposed to and really don't and wouldn't ever imagine writing it.