Thursday, December 31, 2009

Adventures with Poem in Your Pocket

Christmas miracles do occur!
Or maybe Santa reads my blog...
Either way, I am now the delighted owner of Poem in Your Pocket, an awesome collection of poems to tear and share.



I began my tearing and sharing of poetry by leaving this poem:
 
Grown-Up
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
On this shelf, in an undisclosed location.



I left a note on the back of the poem with an email address, requesting the favorite poem of whomever should find it. And hopefully, I will someday hear back.

This poetry tearing and sharing is quite thrilling.

2 comments:

Dean said...

Pardon my intrusion...just wanted to tell you how much I like your site. Poetry too has a way with me as no other literary form. Wishing you a Happy New Year.

Val said...

Why thank you Dean. You are welcome to intrude any time. I'm always glad to meet another poetry lover. Happy New Year to you as well!