"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary."
Kahlil Gibran
My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My choices may surprise you, and I'm excited to write, share, and read how everyone writes to meet their special goals for celebrating poetry month.
My goal for Poetry Month: TINY THINGS. My choices may surprise you, and I'm excited to write, share, and read how everyone writes to meet their special goals for celebrating poetry month.
Poetic things of interest:
See the page on the bar above for the Progressive Poem's schedule of poets, hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. And, if you'd like to see what everyone is doing for Poetry Month, look HERE at Jama Rattigan's post at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
See the page on the bar above for the Progressive Poem's schedule of poets, hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. And, if you'd like to see what everyone is doing for Poetry Month, look HERE at Jama Rattigan's post at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
Bridget Magee and her family have started a project in response to the chaos happening in our government. Go HERE to find out about it, to see how you can help!
Discovered April First
There lies a tiny, bitty book
upon my little shelf
of other teensy items and
among them sits an elf.
One day the book was riffled through
and margin marks were placed.
I noticed that the sneaky elf
had moved and changed her space.
I know that elves are make-believe,
don’t read or write or speak.
I chuckled to myself at once:
“It’s April Fools they seek.”
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
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I finished this a few days ago, actually put off ending it for a while. I didn't want to leave the story. Many have read it; I'm late to be reading. But too many have said it was terrific, and it is. Life's lessons don't come easily to this boy, Arthur, who's so angry about his father's sudden death. Because of it, he does something so out of character, he sees who everyone calls the junk man wearing his father's hat, and a brick is thrown. Luckily, the junk man leans down at the same time and the brick only breaks his arm. That's an important thing because the result of Arthur's actions sends him on a journey that puzzles, exasperates, and also saves him. I loved every part. This is one of those books that you really must "read on"