The Joy is in the Creating
Poetry intrigues me, yet it’s a literary genre I rarely seek. It seems the times in my life when I’ve most appreciated the art form have been when it has found me. That was the case one April day five years ago when I wandered into a local bookstore, sadly no longer in business, and stumbled upon Poem In Your Pocket Day for the first time.
A woman greeted me with a smile and a question. “Do you have a poem in your pocket?” Continue reading “What’s in Your Pocket . . . a Poem by Chance?”
I’m in my third day of a head cold, and thus far my aggressive attempt to muscle through it hasn’t gotten me very far. Gallons of water, vitamin C and Echinacea – normally reliable remedies– have let me down. My energy level seems to have declined in direct proportion to the increase in sinus congestion. So, after a feeble attempt at working out I decided a long, hot shower might help clear my head and maybe even shake the chill that has been with me since the arctic blast blew through the south earlier this week. The shower did both . . . but only for about ten minutes. Continue reading “The Joy of a Sick Day”