I'm glad the 'I read it' is gone. I like the 'check it out'. If I read a description and people whose opinion I regard left this reaction, I will definitely check the story out.
So glad, you liked the forgotten three.
April ended, but there will be another April next year, and poems will swarm again. Thank you for reading my poems and sharing your thoughts, Parker.
Day 29
Patience invites the impetuous to rest their head on a soft, fragrant pillow, and runs cool, soothing hands through their hair.
Patience trickles life’s nectar on their tongue to savor.
(the quality of patience)
Day 30
A serious poet poets with sense,
structures with rhymes, lines, meter, and stanza,
improves the meaning of poems immense
by using lots, lots of hot, hot... java.
This spring poet was inspired by season,
fueled by balm
I'm happy you enjoyed this year's NaPoWri Mo.
Day 22 describes a very frightening event of my childhood with a happy ending.
I like you're talking with your readers in your head too.
Thank you for reading my poems and sharing your thoughts.
We did it !
This years's set was very personal, so much it hurt sometimes. You're a brave, brave hooman.
# 26 made me smile. I found parts of me.
Oh look! A squirrel!
#28 is a favorite.
Thank you for letting me go by your side.
I always enjoy when your words illustrate nature for me.
Millispoon and tableliter perfect. I will never forget those.
April twenty eighth is a favorite.
Thank you for brightening April.
Til next year.
~Adi
Foolproofed Week 4
Day 22
Learning to swim in the Mediterranean Sea,
sounds marvelous,
slipping through your beloved, but too big, seahorse swim ring when touched by the first serious wave,
seeing greenish water, foamed by air bubbles rushing by your wide-open eyes while you sink to the ground,
is terrifying.
Being pulled out by your shocked father, and wrapped into his strong, albeit damp arms,
is exhilarating.
The ensuing gelato with all the
Your berry poem inspired me to look for new recipes. Study hall isn't common around here, from your poem I gather Is should be happy about that .
Reading your poems is always a treat. Thank you.
Foolproofed-Week 3
Day 15
I was like the needle in a compass carried through the forest by
an orienteer with a thumping heart,
you,
I pointed us firmly north,
nothing deterred me on our way in the right direction,
uneven ground, rivers, rocks and fallen trees, obstacles appearing out of nowhere,
nothing.
Then a pole shift happened.
Now you lead us.
Going South, somehow feels like going downhill.
(Let’s start our poems today with a Trans
Oh my, I can't decide which I like the most.
April thirteenth, made me smile and remember the Valle dei Templi Valley of Temples in Sicily, a delightful place, especially at dawn.
April fourteenth I stare wide eyed, a movie in my head.
April fifteenth. Found it! I so love the imagery.
April sixteenth. Hat tip.
April seventeenth, a mathematical detour from bagel to arithmophobe (nice word BTW). What an arch, I'm impressed.
April eighteenth. Very educational for the foreigner from distant lands.
I had fun.
I know we joked about a sump pump poem, I think it came out very well, as sad as it is.
I can relate to #11 and #14, especially the love and fellowship part.