I started February with high hopes for poem-a-day. I made it to Day 17 and haven’t written anything since. My mind seems like it has been erased or zapped with that Men in Black device. It feels like new ideas are actively running away and hiding from me in a deep, dark forest, laughing at me behind my back. And, even though it is a few months away, I am wrapped in pre-panic about not having a specific focus for the time of my residency in early June.
The snow last night fell pretty and sparkling, the prettiest snow of the season. This morning, my lovely husband plowed the driveway so that I could pull the car straight out and head to work.
Our beautiful golden retriever Cairo, who you see in the header, left us this week after many long years of barking, chasing squirrels, and rolling in the grass. We will miss her very much.
At work, I had a fantastic day teaching the form of the Elizabethan sonnet to my 13-year-old students; they caught on very quickly and wrote wonderful sonnets about everything from love (at least a middle school version of it), One Direction, hockey, t-rexes, and Kyrie Irving.
*Post title is from The Decemberist’s “Of Angels and Angles.” Their music always soothes me. (calm)
If you want to write: (maybe one of these will work for me, too…)
1. Use the words “swallow” and “calm” as inspirations for a two-stanza poem.
2. Use another line from that song – “there’s a full moon caught in your tangles” – to inspire a poem about that “you.” A tree? Someone’s hair? Something else? You decide.