Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Romper Room telling me I've got to write a poem....
And that's the topic of this little piece over at Her Circle Ezine, a fine online gathering place for women, and for humans who read, look, listen, and think.
One woman who is doing a terrific job of writing and posting her poems is Risa Denenberg, who is posting her poems here, in her own blog, and also at Gazebo, where she participates in a poetry workshop.
Some of Risa's poems are exploring the hump of a life--that is, middle age and its stumblings and joys, sudden chin hairs, changes. I love her use of precise medical terminology: "Today I found a spider / angioma on my cheek" and, discussing her eyebrows, forehead, and scar, "supraorbital ridge."
As some of us keep writing our poems-a-day, we hope to get through this hump of the month, this hump of the spring, with its return to snow, its sudden hail and thunder, its floating mists.
Do be a do-bee.
(I leave all jokes, puns, illegal activities, and inappropriateness to you and the Urban Dictionary.)