I'm preparing for National Poetry Month. Mom says I'm just copying this poem by Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet for obvious reasons. Well, a budding poet has to begin by learning from her predecessors, so I'm happy with this poem and hope the ending will come true.
Miss Emily Dickins
Searching for inspiration
I started Early-Took my Mom—
And visited the Park-
The Doggies in the Playground
Came out to us to bark—
And Children on the Jungle Gym
Extended grubby hands-
Presuming me to want to play
All day upon the Sands-
But no one moved me till my Mom
Tossed out a Liver Treat--
Past my nose-and my leash
Oh, I could smell the Meat--
I made as I would eat it up
As wholly as a worm
Wriggling in a Robin’s beak
And I began to squirm--
And Mom—she started—trying to walk--
While I could only choose
To grab her ankle—then the lace--
Untying her running shoes--
Until I caught the Liver Treat
And swallowed as fast can be--
Mom took a step— but stumbled down-
Scattering treats for ME--
A second reading will take place in Olympia, 7 PM Friday March 21 at
Traditions Fair Trade (300 5th Ave SW). Featured poets will be Ann Spiers, Linda Strever, Bill Yake, Don Foran, Thomas Aslin, and Paul Hunter.
$5 donation suggested to help cover room costs. Authors' books and
"March Hares" anthologies will be available for sale (cash/check).
Yesterday was Read Across America Day. We're a little behind the times because Mom is slooooowww. She barely caught me that time I dashed to the corner of the dining room for a quiet poop as she was placing her coffee mug on the counter. Anyway, I want to encourage everyone to read, though Mom is grumbling and complaining that she can't read more than a sentence while I'm wreaking havoc playing nicely.
I love to read. I could just sit and devour a good book, magazine or newspaper. All provide food for thought.