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:
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.

1 comment:

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!