Little Thoughts About Books and Stuff

Decaying,   Ember,   Fragrant On the 14th I saw a tweet that said to type "Roses are red" and then keep hitting the middle suggestion word until you have a poem. My friends and I all made some pretty funny yet on point poems.  I liked the idea and thought I would try it out for this week's prompt. I typed one of the prompt words and then hit the middle button 20 times. I made myself use all but 2 of the words and I could use a slight variation of the word.  This is what I came up with. Decaying water from a small house to a branch is the one of space for a few minutes to get the For a few minutes A branch is the one To get to the water From a small decaying house Ember and I couldn’t be the one who was going on a wedding day when I had the aunt wanted her Embers on a wedding day When her aunt couldn’t be the one wanted And I who was going had Fragrant and she is the first to be the niece and the niece to be a niece and aunt ...

This week's prompt:  toenails What makes me smile? My brightly painted toenails always do the trick.

Tomorrow (7/15) is Take Your Poet to Work Day. I'm bring Sara Teasdale with me to work on Wednesday.

With April being National Poetry Month, I thought it would be a good time to get this requirement crossed off the list.  I would have gone back to some of my favorite collections or poets that I already knew so I reached out to the Twitter hive mind for some suggestions. I got what I could from the library and picked up one other. Small Poems by Valerie Worth My rating: 4 of 5 stars I thought these poems were really cute and I think a great way to start kids off with poetry.  These are simple poems about everyday objects, animals, and I think some foods stuffs. Pug: And Other Animal Poems by Valerie Worth My rating: 4 of 5 stars When I was looking in the library catalog for I saw this book.  Being a pug mom I had to check it out. Again some great poems for children. Personally I think the pug poem was the best! Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty by Christine Heppermann My rating: 4 of 5 stars I was intrigued by this collection of retold fairy tal...

The Academy of American Poets encourage people to carry a poem with them and share it with other throughout the day. I had originally thought to use a poem provided for this year's celebration by Poets.org: Song of Myself, I  by Walt Whitman  I Celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.  I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.  My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.   Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. I really liked the opening stanza to this poem. But...