That is to say, even more publicly than on a blog.
Hello. An extra posting, as I answer Joseph Harker’s Reverie #12 which gives the following instructions: Write a poem, necessarily short-ish, on the topic of the ephemerality of things we don’t normally think of as ephemeral; write the poem on something ephemeral, such as a paper napkin, a playing card, a postcard…; place your poem somewhere in the world; photograph it and post the photograph on your blog. I think that’s all, but visit Joseph’s blog naming constellations to read the prompt in its entirety.
I have just returned from placing mine and I had more darned fun — no, I don’t get out much. The weather is gorgeous, the perfect temperature for walking; I armed myself with tape and a stapler, not having any idea what I would stray across. I have two poems, each of which I wrote on a postcard — my handwriting, oh woe. It has not changed since sixth grade.
I decided to walk down to our local Starbucks and see if there were someplace, and maybe have a cup of coffee. They had a great bulletin board with strong magnets, so up the poem went. When I bought my coffee, white chocolate mocha, the cashier asked what I was up to, so I told him what we were doing. He paused, cogitated and asked: ‘So, can I do that? Post a poem? I like poetry’. I thought: Yes! Joseph, I figure that’s a poem found because of modeling good practice 🙂
I continued wending my way towards Publix to pick up a loaf of bread, having been charmed by ViV’s poem amongst the bananas. On my way I saw some large stone pots filled with flowers. My second poem now resides there.
Clicking on the photos will bring them to a readable size.
We should agree to do this every now and then. Leaving poems around is a high. If you have not done this prompt yet, go! What’s that? I get out once a week to pick up groceries.
See you tomorrow everyone.