Inspired by my poet friend Laurie MacDiarmid and in honor of Poetry Month, I am going to try to write a poem a day this April. Here is my first.
I don’t write poetry.
It’s 9:51 pm and my 12 almost 13 year old is still up, watching Full House.
I am going to try to write a poem every day in honor of poetry month.
I am in my chair, slung back.
My classes are planned for tomorrow.
I am trying to clear the detritus from my mind.
I think of going off line. But I don’t.
The irresistible pull of other people’s minutiae, and the occasional news of the death of someone I once knew but hardly remember.
At least I don’t tweet.
For Easter I recycled old bunnies and ducks under new Peeps and the big surprise, Peeps SOCKS. And the promise of 50% off candy the next day. The girls did not appreciate my cleverness. Turns out I had recycled the same bunny last year.
Poetry might just be a series of well crafted Facebook posts. I can do that.