WAXING POETIC

Thanks to Jerolyn for reminding us of National Poetry Month.  I feel like waxing poetic.

Jerolyn is a real poet. Her book, Egrets Rise is proof. Her poetry is lilting, gentle and makes one appreciate life.

Besides Jerolyn, Ogden Nash is one of my favorites. He was so good with short verse like:      Candy is dandy. But liquor is quicker.

Now, why can’t I think of some pithy, fun lines like that? When I try I come up with something like:                   

                                                     Seasoned To Taste                                                                              

I thought I was seasoned,

but apparently not—

Someone threw spices

into my pot!

Turn up the heat

of the simmering sun.

The stew of my life

is not quite done.

Sprinkle some joy

and a helping of trouble;

bring to a boil

and let it all bubble.

Life’s what I make it—

a day at a time.

Just stir me with love

and I think I’ll be fine.

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                                                     Rewriter                                                                                                                               

                                                             

                                  Dear women of pen, please take note:

                                  There once was a woman who wrote

                           She wrote and she wrote and she rewrote again.

                               (Her dogged ambition, it never did wane.)

                                            She had what it took,

                                          Cast no backward look,

                                     And one day, they published

                                                 HER BOOK!

                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                       with apologies,                     

                                                                                        Pat Zabriskie