I have only words of appreciation: to Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference for the idea of poetry swapping, to all the poets (of which there are many) who continue to send what I think of as "slow-mail smiles", small packages arriving in one's mail with wonderful words.
This time, my swap begins with a lovely poem with a special collaged frame from Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise. It feels just right to start the summer with a poem about a poet, doesn't it? Thanks, Linda!
Here's the text:
A poet
The poet doesn't invent. He listens.
~Jean Cocteau
A poet listens with all the
senses —tree, moon, flower, child, dance. An artist
in a playground--each morning, recess. She doesn’t
simply write words…she can invent
nuances of knowing. She
begins a poem and even the pen listens.
Happy Summer, Everyone!

