I don’t want to start writing again. Not yet. Too many big changes. I need to regain my footing. I’m picky that way. I need things to be just so. I need a story to tell. At the same time, I miss it. I need to make an appointment with the sandman to get something done about these heavy-hooded eyes of mine. But I’m afraid it’s more than even he can handle (sigh).
- start writing again
- change the words
- persnickety
- heavy-hooded eyes
- more than he can handle
- at the same time
by LRose 
This is great. I feel that your use of the prompts is apropos. Correct me if I’m wrong. Either way – bravo!
Thanks!
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apropos-bravo. You are truly plugged in to that rhythm of words thang, ain’t ya?
I am facilitating a community poetry program, which is open to all ages. I got a call from a 4th grade teacher asking if it was OK if she included the call for poetry with her current social studies curriculum. Of course! We got 3 in thus far. The combination of the precious charm of the students’ “cover letters” and their poetry about a sad chapter in an NW indigenous tribe’s history is something pretty groovy. It’s touching, funny, and all-around fabulous.
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This is cool. Community poetry! What are the rules? How do you advertise it?
I think you have the best job.
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I’ll email details later!
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Gracias
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