Light and breezy – and no doubt a bit cheesy – in celebration of National Poetry Month. I’m traveling to meet a new grandson soon and then having a knee replaced at the end of April, so it seems a good time to take a break. I expect I’ll resume posting by mid-May and urge readers to revisit previously-posted poems while I’m away; links to a few of my favorites are posted below.
ABC ABC Poetry need not rhyme tho' young readers aren't sure about this, and poetry was more popular when it did, so it's absolutely fine if rhyming brings you bliss; rhyme all you like, then move to Madrid. _______________ INNOCENCE IS BRIEF It's fun to watch the little ones - kindergartners and first-graders - put all their effort into kicking the ball, only to send it rolling downfield for three or four feet. By third grade they are slide-tackling, fighting and swearing. _______________ DO THE RIGHT WING Would it be wrong to post a sign reading NO GRACKLES NEED APPLY near the bird bath, and how is discrimination against starlings acceptable when even the house sparrow is tolerated at the feeder?
And while I’m away . . .
. . . here are links to a few previously-published poems, which I invite you to revisit (or discover for the first time). There are plenty of additional poems to peruse as well, and feel free to leave a comment or send me an email if you are so inclined. Happy Spring!
Ten Years Sober: a poem of amends and gratitude. Lopez Taco House has the best cheese enchiladas in Michigan; don’t even try to argue with me.
Retail Worker Blues: I’m pretty sure I invented the term belly mantle.
Rod McKuen and 8th Grade English: on falling in love with poetry.
A Natural-Born Thief: like many others, I enjoyed watching birds during the pandemic.
Of Giants and Small Gods: a reminder that small acts reverberate through the ages.
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