A slow poetry day for me. I am working on some revisions based on Molly Spencer’s wonderful series of revision advice. Her April posts on the process of reworking poems have been very helpful – I highly recommend that you check them out.
Today’s lines from a freewrite:
Like Sisyphus, the rock is all I know/ my little universe/the burden of Atlas balanced/on wishbones/bent and ready to shatter
The best poetic moment of my day was of the completely non-traditional sort. Students in my seventh grade history classes took their required state Constitution test today and all ran in to check their scores after school. To see the pure, unadulterated joy in their faces when they did well was poetry. They jumped in the air. They pumped their fists. They ran in circles around the room. They high-fived each other. They whooped and grinned from ear to ear.