Strawberries have always been the epitome of not-winter to me, even in times where we can get any fruit at any time, imported from warmer countries.
I'm happy you found things to savor in my poems, enjoyment is a very important part of life IMHO.
Week 2
Day 8
Lost...
Fingers fly over piano keys easily,
detecting small imperfections only by touch,
running over hill and dale, wind in hair—
STOP!
Focusing on sense of lost might help treasure the previously mundane again,
but
it poisons the mind eventually.
The operative word is achievement,
Not even regain,
only plain achievement.
(The sense of being/having lost)
Day 9
Today the mind can’t latch on a given theme, focus on a certain mood, an image, or a
I enjoyed the entire set.
April seventh: I can relate.
April tenth: I own an assortment of things that let me see people, open the veil between their world and mine, sometimes I even talk to them.
April eleventh:Spring indeed!
Thank you.
I don't know how many pizza poems I already wrote. IDK whether it's the alliteration or pizza is one of my favorite food choices, along with tarte flambée, there might be a theme here.
Anyway, I'm glad you liked it, Def.
Thank you, Val. I found this new recipe.... picture will be send as soon as I tried it.
I had the heron in mind when I wrote this. Wow.
I'm glad I made you smile.
Foolproofed Week1
Day 1
See chapter 1
Day2
Bumble bees bumble about gooseberry blossoms.
Bzzz...
Bluebirds bicker behind the berry bushes
Tu-a-wee tu-a-wee...
Bleeding heart’s buds bathe in the first warm rays of April’s sun.
...
(Praise spring)
Day 3
I can’t find my fucking phone. It’s later than I thought. I hate changing the clocks. The European Comission sucks. There’s cat hair on my tongue. The robins accepted the ne
I'm so glad you decided to partake this round of NaPoWriMo. I'm looking forward to the next parts.
My favorite is April 3rd, might be because I can relate, never went to class in checkered pajama pants.