This week’s selection for Poetry Wednesday is this:
I believe my muse for this one was a blowhard artist who incorporated only “found beach objects” in his work and kept name dropping while referring to the hundreds of art classes he’d attended all over the globe. I wondered if in reality he was simply asking people to send him postcards. I apparently had a child with me, which means Buck must have been very busy as well that day. If we were without daycare for whatever reason, Buck usually brought them to the bike shop with him. Depending on which son I had with me, that drawing to the left is either a song (Max) or a story (Sam) written while waiting for the blowhard to stop talking.
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I love your Poetry Wednesdays. I can picture your little boy sad about his happy meal. LOL. Plus, your words evoke such emotion. It’s awesome.
that poem REEKED of a “found beach objects” blow-hard…what a great source of inspiration
I really love Poetry Wednesdays. I like it that they evoke memories for you, and the commentary that you give along with them is wonderful.
I really like this!
I keep trying to remember its Wednesday to feature a poem on my blog and oops! I figure it out on Thursdays – thinking I will do it NEXT Wed. Then I forget.