Lucky for me, the Summer Swap continues. Started by our host today, Tabatha, it is now fun to get the mail. No longer is it only junk, but continuing lovely surprises. I've received mail from Diane Mayr, shared here, and from Donna Smith, written about here. I'm going to take a break in the next weeks, going to be with family on the beach again, so this time I'm sharing two I received this past week. It's a pleasure to share these, too. Visit Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for more poetry sharing.
Recently, I discovered a definition of poetry new to me, but one that especially applies to Jone and Buffy today. "The poet doesn't invent. He listens." ~Jean Cocteau
Be sure to click on each picture to enlarge for easier reading.
From Jone MacCulloch, in the throes of moving and family vacations. I'm grateful that she managed a wonderful poem and on a postcard. I love and collect postcards, enjoyed writing with Laura Shovan a few years ago for her postcard poetry challenge.
And from Buffy Silverman, another poem from nature, this time with Buffy's own photos of caterpillars. She wrote that they've grown even bigger since the photo was taken.
Thanks Jone and Buffy for filling my week with poetry!