The woman with the most elegant home,
Wins an all-paid vacation to the city of Rome.
And the mother who births the smartest babies,
Gets a brand-new, red, convertible Mercedes.
And the woman who chants, “I’m so busy” the most,
Gains the respect of all, on account of her boast.
So for goodness sake, I hope you’re keeping score,
Cause if there ain’t no prizes, then what’s it all for?
The Family Book of Best Loved Poems. Tattered and stained, yellowed pages, glorious old book smell. Wow, the memories it contains…
On Monday, I sent out a request for poetry suggestions. As of now I have 2 journals, 22 poets, and a number of online resources to explore.
You don’t leave a girl hanging, do you? Consider this my personal thank-you, as well as my pledge to do you proud.
One comment (left by Claudette from To Search and to Find) mentioned her fondness for silly, humorous stuff, reminding me of my dad’s favorite poems.
Dad had a fondness for silly rhymes too, and he would recite them often.
For one, he had a bit of help from Longfellow: Continue reading “A Poetry Lover is Born”
Do you have any poetry suggestions for me?
Reason being, I came across this cool article about fostering your creativity. It included this graphic, based on Ray Bradbury’s diet for feeding his subconscious:
What’s good enough for Ray Bradbury is more than good enough for me, but my bookshelf is suffering a severe famine in the poetry department. (I live in great fear of the bad stuff.)
Who are your favorite poets?