Happy Friday!   Have a poem:

The Poet of the World
by
J. Patrick Lewis

"How ho-ho-hum has the planet become!"
      Cried the Poet of the World.
"I must sonnet the wind, sestina the sea."
      Then he dipped his pen and he swirled

Out a poem where braves become braver, and knaves
      Wander under a vinegar sky,
And a Duchess receives purely ( Read more... )

Things to do today:
- Finish prepping for the staff training/annual meeting tonight.  Includes copying, writing of detailed agenda, making my personal notes nice enough for public consumption, etc.
- Do not kill the head of the Development department, no matter how sorely I am tempted.
- Work on my William Bush Alphabet soup entry

Things to be happy ( Read more... )

I love April.  It's National Poetry Month!  I get to post lots of poetry!

Um...which is, maybe, not so different from the usual around here.  Ooops.

But anyway, for those of you who are creatively inclined, Writer's Digest has a very fun poem-a-day challenge here, with the opportunity to be chosen for publication in an ebook, and a NaNoWriMo style ( Read more... )

Opening weekend was a hit.  We had a great audience that laughed a lot on Saturday, and good turnout for Sunday as well.  I'm SO TIRED, guys, and I have 3 performances to go.  I'm loving it, though.  Will post pictures from the Sunday performance later this week if I get a chance, so you can enjoy my entry into the pointy hat princess brigade.  In ( Read more... )

Which means, having been at rehearsal from noon to 11 pm yesterday, I am sleepy and in need of poetry.

Poem on a Line by Anne Sexton, 'We are All Writing God's Poem'

by Barbara Crooker
Today, the sky's the soft blue of a work shirt washed
a thousand times. The journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step. On the interstate ( Read more... )

Optimism

by Jane Hirshfield
More and more I have come to admire resilience.
Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam returns over and
over to the same shape, but the sinuous tenacity of a tree: finding the
light newly blocked on one side,
it turns in another.
A blind intelligence, true.
But out of such ( Read more... )

And since I have to work today, I leave you with one of my favorite love poems.

I Knew a Woman
by Ted Roethke

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English ( Read more... )

Thank you to whatever lovely anonymous person left me a little gift in my profile.  You are sweet and marvelous, and I will follow all your excellent exhortations.  *grin*

And so I bring you Christmas poetry.

The Oxen
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock
        "Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
        By ( Read more... )

Something about the Wind
by Sidney Hall Jr.

There's something about the wind coming off
the ocean, the waves washing the rocks

that makes a person who is quickly annoyed
by cigarette smoke and men
putting nails into roofs

forgetful and unconcerned.

If you are easily disturbed
you need to get an ocean.

Sometimes

by David Budbill
Sometimes when day after day we have cloudless blue skies,
warm temperatures, colorful trees and brilliant sun, when
it seems like all this will go on forever,

when I harvest vegetables from the garden all day,
then drink tea and doze in the late afternoon sun,
and in the evening one ( Read more... )