Well today is the last day of National Poetry Month. I’ll miss celebrating the day on my own. Usually in normal circumstances I’d be out today as it’s also Poem in Your Pocket Day; passing out poems to those I meet. This month I would have given out to few people one of my poetry books and attend a poetry reading. Instead I am just celebrating at home. Yesterday I read a few poems to my husband; then sat outside with a glass of wine reading through one of my first book poems. My neighbor’s cat came by and sat there looking at me. So I read him a few poems. I’m glad no one saw me or heard me; it’d sure be odd to explain but then again maybe not. Tom ( the cat) made a good audience by the way.
Today I’m showcasing poems my husband wrote and one I composed. Murph, my husband, contributed to two of my books. He hasn’t composed for awhile and I miss his deep thoughts at times.
I posted both his and mine on my social media page this morning. I also been reading poems another Facebook friend posted. I kept copies to reread but now deleted off my notes.
My thought for today reflected Poem in Your Pocket Day. If you’re not familiar with the concept this is how it works. You have a poem you like; put copy in your pocket then pass it along to another. They read it and put in their pocket then pass it along. Over the years I would have a few in my pocket I’d give out.
My four (yes four) poems reflect end of poetry month or two of them do. The poem in the pocket piece is based on a true event. A few years ago I printed off poems on hot pink paper. I put two in the back pocket of my camouflage shorts. I forgot one was remaining after the day. I placed the shorts in the laundry and washed the poem with the shorts. The pieces of pink paper were strewn all over the clothes and washer tub. Lesson learned to always check your pockets. One other poem is about plucking daisy petals. My inspiration was from my daily good morning posts on Facebook this week; the background are pictures of daisies. The last piece is about putting myself into a poem; as I’m the person in the piece.
I hope you enjoyed poetry month and my blogs. I may continue in May but not every day. In fact I’m keeping up my THREE LINE THOUGHT.
Until tomorrow....poetry month does not have to end. You can continue reading poems and enjoying all year through.
Day 30....THREE LINE THOUGHT
It’s Poem in Your Pocket Day... can’t
celebrate though
On lockdown due to Corona....virus not the
beer
But it will only make next year’s day more
eventful
POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY
© Scottie-ann Murphy
I put a poem in the pocket of my
camouflage shorts
to celebrate National Poem in Your Pocket Day
The poem printed on hot pink paper
large bold font type so everyone can
easily read
I wrote about a butterfly 🦋 coming out of
the cocoon
emerging majestic to add a touch of
beauty to nature
ready to takes its place in the environment
prepared to flitter here and there making
the world a bit more colorful
while pollinating the flowers
The verse nestled in my back pocket ready
to pass on to another to read....
to enjoy....
then pass along to the next individual
to repeat the cycle
But alas I stayed home
no venturing out that day
that old quarantine got me again
Home I stayed....safe and sound
Poor poem....it stayed inside my pocket
long forgotten till laundry day
pink confetti covered my darks and
washing machine tub
Perhaps I’ll try again next year with a new
poem
THE OUTCOME
© Scottie-ann Murphy
The daisy will give the outcome
Does he love me? Does he not?
I keep picking off the petals
One by one they fall upon the grass
Littering the ground....like confetti after a
celebration
First daisy came up NO he does not
Daisy two another NO....numbers three
through twelve the same
Will thirteen be my lucky number?
Will I get a different solution?
Perhaps I’ll ask the daisy
then again I’ll just take my chances
and ask him
END OF THE CELEBRATION OR NOT
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Again I took the challenge to write a poem a
day
To compose a verse about anything and the
style in any way
I do this challenge every year to celebrate
National Poetry Month
The first year that I did I only planned to do
it once
But as I do the count today....I’m on year
number nine
Coming up with ideas, writing words and
rearranging every line
All good things come to an end as someone
once did say
Perhaps I’ll make a new objective to
continue penning poems through May
INTO THE POEM
© Scottie-ann Murphy
I put myself into a poem
about a woman on a sandy beach
It was I who walked the shoreline
that morning in my bare feet
Picking up sea shells as I strolled placing
them in a pail
Thinking about a long lost love and
why the relationship did fail
Like the women in the poem my heart too
will finally mend
And I’ll finally not think about him and a
romance that did end
