|at Two Writing Teachers!|
Then I started driving. I rolled down the windows and opened the moon roof. The sun was shining so brightly and the air was so warm, and new words just flew out of the breeze and into my head. As soon as they started to tumble around in there, I knew that I wasn't going to be writing ABOUT poetry anymore. I was writing poetry. (This is how poems always come to me: nature, and then words in a jumble that bounce around my head!)
I walked into the house, threw my school supplies on the ground, and grabbed my notebook before the words left. (Husband came home while I was writing. As soon as he opened the door, I screeched, "DON'T TALK TO ME! I'M WRITING A POEM!")
So, Happy Poetry Month!
when sunbeams sparkle
playfully on the rolling river ripples
lazily through the just-awakening
green growing trees
and pop open the moon roof,
crank up the country,
great greedy gulps
of sweet sunshine
and delicious dancing daffodils
crisp crackling fireworks
gleeful glowing fireflies
and days that just never seem to end.