My Poem Swappers
After the purchase of the home in PA, we had to return in spring to prepare the home in ME for sale. Now that is sold, I am back in PA and my husband is in ME helping renovate my son's home.
A variety of extraneous issues that I don't want to go into have drawn attention from one thing to another in rapid succession. I can't discuss all of it, but just know, it has been mind-boggling and randomly concerning. If it isn't one thing, it's another. However, there have been enough good things to keep smiling in between...just not enough TIME smiling to relax. I'm always waiting for the next shoe to drop lately.
That all being said, I want to assemble all the Poetry Swap items that I received over the summer and share them. I couldn't do it for this week, but next Friday I will. If you sent me a poem, would you email me for confirmation that I received it. It has been so hectic with getting mail in one place, and being split for weeks at a time this summer between ME and PA, and moving stuff that got put on top of or stuck inside of things by me or someone else if I wasn't around. So disorganized at times. Slowly we are getting things straight, but I could easily miss something. I already know I've misplaced one exchange from Tabatha. I took a picture of the envelope...remember reading it...and can't for the life of me find it now. I've been back and forth to Maine a couple of times, or three, since I got it. And often my husband has been here instead of me for that time, so who knows where he put it! Our apartment is still in disarray and I seem to be constantly misplacing things because there is either no place for it yet, or it is hiding behind things that have no place to be yet!
This is just too much of a ranting explanation of the whirlwind that has become my life. So I apologize for that, too! Lol!
Gotta go. I have to watch a grandchild for a bit. I wonder if I can write a poem while I am there. Maybe I'll "find" one in the above.
Let's see. 1, 2, 3, GO!
Poetry of Life
Will it rhyme or be discordant?
Weep, or laugh, or be informant?
Is there some time to tell a tale,
Or will it be too soon, too stale?
While others gifted summer songs
I have sorted write from wrongs.
Random whirlwinds shuffled life
Ties were cut with dullish knife
But as all gales are settled down
I'll watch and wonder for the sound
Of rhyming whispers in my ear
(I'm hoping by the close of year)
Yet if fresh words are not relayed
Life's poetry's just been delayed;
To me, there is no better thing
Than making pen and paper sing.
I hope to soon resume the game
that calls for me to sign my name.
And not just on house buying stuff
Of that I've had my fill - enough!
Back to the whimsy of a write
That overtakes without a fight.
by Donna JT Smith
Okay. I had a few interruptions mid every step today, but I persevered! Just a little fight grasping words to slap on paper...or screen, that is.
Enjoy more poetry from me sporadically. I will try to get around to YOU. That may be easier than ME getting to writing.
Today's Poetry Friday host is Kathryn Apel, with two great books reviewed and a very nice bit of news!