A whole lot of flowers again and a meta poem spurred by the prompt video in which some people were discussing poetry.
I felt a dis-connect, so this post is also for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge on just this subject. Rather fortunate, hm?
Challenge 28: “Today I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at a meta-poem (poem about poetry) of your own.”
Dis connect I was supposed to watch 18 minutes of four poets talking Emily and then write my own meta poem. A poem on a poem. Meta is my mother’s name. I learned Meta at the source. For me reading poetry is intimate. A recognition of another’s truth that binds. I am on my laptop as it is, and he is on his. His father is watching TV and cooking. My earplugs are killing the last thread of connection that remains. It is like at home now that he bought the headset for his game. To connect with poems and poets is to disconnect with everything and everybody else. I lasted till minute 9. Was this a test?
To complete my three-day blossom festival in photos, here is the Roman garden of the man who must be connecting with something to have such pretty blooms – even though some of it is climate’s doing as well, I’m sure.
The first part of the gallery is from a month ago, the next four photos are from last weekend and the last six from this weekend.
And in some two weeks we are off to Slovenia to experience spring – and my birthday – there for the first time in the six years since I’m here.
I know the orange one is Clivia, for the rest – be my guest.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #184: Dis connect
and for Day 28 of NaPoWriMo