The Joy of Ricochet: A-ha's Come from Mixing It Up (with a Question for You!)

Mingling and mixing on a Thursday evening.... I woke up on May Day and the poetry writing dam burst and a healthy stream of poetry flows again.

Last night Emma hosted a study group so I sequestered myself in my purple room with my business plan mind maps, books, and an artful work-in-progress. I continued to read a book about teaching children how about poetry – and inspire them to write poetry – by studying great poets. It cost me a dollar and the dividends have been enormous, including three fresh poems last night.

I never stop buying books about the writing process. They inspire me like nothing else. Even when the “writing fruit” doesn’t show immediately, I trust it will eventually.

My favorite poem from last night’s writing adventure is following a form from William Carlos Williams. The children in the book inspired me with their clear, concise Williams-esque images, so I followed their lead. I was reflecting on my joyful mulberry harvest yesterday, eating this luscious fruit right from the tree I have loved for so many years.

This is Just to Say:
May 2, 2013
I'm grateful
you haven't
complained
Purple bombs
now ricochet
(no longer splat)
upon your
bumper,
windshield,
passenger door
hopefully the
secret pixie
dust car wash
and daily
sweeping of
your driveway
speak
loud
enough

Progress Visible on Friday morning. My two other poems were about a downtown business duck luncheon and an expression of openness in communication.

Not only did poetry and I find each other, my business plan is also bursting forth. Mindmapping, another art I had set aside, has come alongside me now to remind me of who I am as an entrepreneur and how it is I can continue my work to take my role in world change.

It seems my mulberry tree is not the only one here bearing fruit.

Tell me about the fruit you are bearing now –

Are you satisfied or might a nudge – like this one – help fuel your creative fire?

Just like I’m grateful to my neighbors for not complaining, I am grateful to you for being here, reading.