Day 1 of the Poetry Marathon is in the record books. We are in the early stages of a good-sized snowstorm, so I had to change my plan of taking my show on the road. Well, that’s all right. I took the computer into the dining room, a place I don’t work on anything besides what’s on my plate and the book I might be reading while I eat. That’s enough of a change of scene to qualify, I thought. I stocked up with a couple of drinks and sat down to work. I set the stopwatch on my phone so I could keep up with my progress.
The time went very quickly. I checked only three times and in each instance I was surprised by how much time had elapsed. I did not feel any sense of hurry nor did I feel myself straining for ideas. I do think two hours is the right amount of time. I believe my head could be hurting after much more thinking…
I liked it. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
So here’s what I did:
I’ve decided I’ll post one poem a day from the collection. Remember, it’s just as it was formed. Be nice to it and encourage it, please! This poem is the first one I did today.
Strangely reluctant to start
the snow now falls in bucketfuls
tossed out by the upstairs neighbors
one after another the flakes just keep coming down
blowing in the gusty wind swept off the roof
I just don’t know where this supply is coming from
but my goodness there is more than plenty
and I’d ask the neighbors to stop but
I don’t know their names
Poetry Marathon info is here.