Don't ever laugh about anything
found in a poem.
Haven't you ever read "The Red
Wheelbarrow,"
by William Carlos Williams ?
Even a renowned scientist I know
recently said regarding FB:
"Anything worth writing about
may deserve five hundred
words."
(And he didn't say: "And with poetry
you don't hafta make sense, and
you can design your own
format.")
The whole thing is YOU and YOURS!
You should have Mary Oliver's
unsurpassed
"A Thousand Mornings" ever present
by your coffee pot...
for daily inspiration...
The monthly poetry volumes from
The Poetry Foundation
will serve to astound, amaze, and
motivate a "wanna-be" poet...
"Why I always wanted to try a poem
but was afraid to..."
"Why I suppose the rhyme thing scared
me off ..."
(You're in luck. It may be that more poetry
today doesn't rhyme...,than does.
If not in good hands, attempts at rhyming
can be forced...and trite.)
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Today while donning my favorite worn
Carhartt rugged blue denim shirt over
a soft black comfy Harbor Bay Henley---
and slipping on some nice knitted socks...
and adding my rakish olive fatigue cap
made of "Fire Hose" fabic from DULUTH---
all this after toweling my face with a soft
terry cloth towel...
I thought of the miracle of TEXTURE.
Life is filled with OPPOSITES ...and
variations...just to make it interesting,
and maybe alleviate boredom.
The chefs say it is true in food also...
textures AND flavors.
What if I wrote a sort of poem about
textures or fabric?
And I thought of Grandma's penchant
for saving square remnants of cotton
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