Yeah! My second National Poetry Writing Month is safely under the roof. On the last day they managed to minimise me, I guess.
But first, if I ever have my own reading, this is how it will start:
Challenge 30: “I’d like you to try your hand at a minimalist poem, … a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion.”
Funny, just yesterday I demonstrated how to turn minimalist photography into maximalist. Which is what I’ll always be.
But today I obey. It’s the last day, after all.
Bath on the path.
Pack on the back.
Bath on the pack.
Back on the path.
Pat on the back.
We all deserve it. Thank you for reading, liking, commenting, sighing, cursing and all in between, and especially for all the prompts. You have made the poetry world go around this April. See you next year for sure but also some time during, I hope. Be well!
And for my regular visitors a note that in May I will take it easy. Travel to Slovenia, birthday and just chilling are planned.
Yesterday we returned from Rome and this is what I found in my Tuscan countryside on this beautiful morning: more flowers, shades of green and blues, cats, sunshine. Not a bad way to be.