Dear Reader,
I staged a jail break on Stanley and his chore chart this afternoon, grabbed Word Raccoon, and opened the Notes app for some unscheduled poetry writing.
(But first I did my tasks for the day on my novel, so many nitpicky things like what’s the name of the river? and for the love, I still don’t know what color hair Rebecca has? No, I haven’t added that last one yet, but I have a live checklist with boxes to fill. They not only get filled, but the text gets crossed out, too, when you check them, so doubly validating, I guess.)
After an impudent bee decided to invade my cup while I was writing poetry at the cafe (empty or no, for shame!), I grabbed a blurry photo of it and wrote a poem.
Damned Bee in a Lidded Cup
I do not remember asking you to help yourself,
to slide inside the lip of my lid,
to invade my cup, however empty.
Did you ask permission to
drink the nothing that lingers?
Did you even think to ask if I
were finished?
And yet, hearing you rattle,
I take the lid off and
set you
free.
P.S. No bees were hurt in the writing of this poem. I grabbed a quick pic and, as the poem says, turned it loose. But tell me how it got in on its own but didn’t know how to get back out? Sigh.
And another poem came to me that, notebook or no, still needs work, so I will hold off on sharing it just now except its title: “Floridian Declaration.”
I also grabbed a quick photo of the latest anthology, which I received today and which includes two of my poems.
I feel as if I’ve seen that cover somewhere else, but where?
Where?
Oh wait, on their website, of course. (Photo above NOT from their website, LOL.)
Thank you again to Quillkeepers Press for including my work.
And thank you, dear reader, for reading.
Drema
P.S. I submitted a packet of poetry tonight for a call for ekphrastic poetry. My Google docs overfloweth. It turns out that was the first poetry I submitted in a month. Whoa. It was cool to spend time with those poems, see which ones were half baked, which ones were ready to be submitted.
I sent:
Fill the Hopper,Jackie Gleason Presents Music to Change Her Mind, At the Page Like Neruda, No Lying Still for Lilies, No One Mentioned What Became of the Rabbits (After Richard Hugo).
WR is grateful for the poetry. She says she thinks novel writing goes alongside nicely poetry.