This writing a poem a day thing
is getting on my nerves.
Pooh said he was a Bear of very little brain~
I call myself “a poet of little merit”~
Pooh was wrong~
But I was right!
Realizations can be bliss. What have you come to realize?
This writing a poem a day thing
is getting on my nerves.
Pooh said he was a Bear of very little brain~
I call myself “a poet of little merit”~
Pooh was wrong~
But I was right!
Realizations can be bliss. What have you come to realize?
I thought that this post perfectly described what we are experiencing this month (and last)……….
A lethal combination of snow and freezing rain is showering down on this part of the world today. Our bulbs our covered in snow, our streets are slippery, our school buses are cancelled.
So where is the promise of Spring?
In one of his many great epiphany’s about life, American writer Kurt Vonnegut says: “March and April are not spring. They’re Unlocking.”
Unlocking: It is the perfect term to describe these days in-between the fully realized seasons, and how they make us feel (not so good!).
Here is the full passage in which Vonnegut describes his theory of locking and unlocking. It is from a wonderful collection of essays and speeches, Palm Sunday: Bits of the Collage (1981), which I am currently reading and loving:
“One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize that there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four seasons is…
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