Happy Easter? lol. I could’ve maybe planned a little better but oh well.
National Poetry Month, Day 17, Verse 17
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National Poetry Month, Day 16, Verse 16
I wrote the renga out (thus far, I’m only one or two verses ahead of what I post here). I was surprised it fit together so well. I look forward to sharing it in Hypercreativity. It’s not cheating to use it there, is it? lol. I want to see it all together.
On a different note, my drawing has gotten better since 100 Warm Days of Haiku. Tomorrow’s is actually really beautiful. And I had to work hard on it. Not as hard as I’ll have to work on the one for the day after. But pretty hard.
National Poetry Month, Day 15, Verse 15
As it is tax day here in the States, I’m betting many of us have done a lot of searching for the insignificant…but that’s not what the poem is about. 😉
Halfway point makes me wonder. What will I do when this is done?
National Poetry Month, Day 14, Verse 14
I just re-read what I have so far. It’s actually quite good. I may have to re-write here and there.
National Poetry Month, Day 13, Verse 13
Trying to figure out where this one came from. Like all of these verses, though, it emerged while I was drawing. It’s also quite pertinent to my life right now. What do I wish for? What are my expectations about those wishes? I’m hardly what my mother once called a “spring chicken”, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with this life. I’m not even really started on the fun part yet.
National Poetry Month, Day 12, Verse 12
I’m starting to think I’m not really breaking the renga rules by writing it all myself when you’re supposed to have at least two poets interchanging verses. It’s like a duality within me is emerging. On the one hand, I love all the beauty and innocence. On the other, I see it rushing headlong into the night…
National Poetry Month, Day 11, Verse 11
Spring, man. It gets into your blood, makes you want things. Beware.
National Poetry Month, Day 10, Verse 10
Last night during my most productive time (the hours of 11 p.m.-1 a.m.) I discovered I’d left my iPad at work. Those might be my most productive hours, but I don’t go wandering the streets during them. (I did briefly consider going to fetch my iPad as it is only a couple of miles away but discarded that almost immediately.) So I took a night off, which was fine because I already had this one mostly done. Still, it made me realize how closely knit my process of drawing (which I do exclusively on my iPad) and writing are now. I had my laptop. I could have written a verse or two. Maybe, anyway. I’m beginning to understand where this thing is leading me. But it didn’t feel right. So I guess I better not leave my iPad at work anymore.
National Poetry Month Day 9, Verse 9
I love this flower. In the midst of so much white and yellow, this flower dares to bloom in full color. But it also reminds me of our headlong rush through life. Innocence only lasts so long. And once it’s gone, we are never the same.
National Poetry Month, Day 8, Verse 8
Trying to add a few twists and turns and not just have this a straightforward ode to spring joy. Hold onto your seatbelts. I have no real plan, just going where the flowers take me!
BREATHE: Michelle Garren-Flye 