Yes I know it’s the third. Yes I know I’ve been rather quiet.
Had a bad cold-whatever which kept me home for a string of days, not good for much other than brewing tea, swilling day/nyquil and watching movies.
Spent February doing a postcard poetry thing – World Peace Postcards. I really enjoy the daily-ness of these months. The first few days might feel a little rusty or forced depending on how much I’ve been writing before the first day of the month, but each day gets easier. Sort of. There are still days when I resort to writing a haiku or three about something near at hand or a word combination overheard to see if that will lead to something else.
But, every night I get to go out to the mailbox, after marking off the list and scanning the cards going out (this time with a postcard each to my two US Senators). It’s a nice nightly ritual, a grand excuse for going out in the cold and looking at the stars or enjoying the snow etc.
The mailbox sometimes rewards me with the work of others – sometimes one card, sometimes a bunch. Sometimes it’s a little wish for peace, sometimes a take on a recent news event. I try not to get tied up in tallying how many arrive but being who I am, I dutifully check off the names of the senders on my month’s master list just as I mark that I’ve sent them a card and what photo/watercolor it was.
So I’m in it for the daily, the every day, the repetitive doing of the work because at the end, that’s what it’s all about, eh?
PS – I’ve spent the last few days doing some head-down, serious type editing, considering of poems I want to submit as a group. What a different way to look at things.
