NPM19 - Day 29 - My Broom

   I've strayed from the book sometimes but enjoyed parts that did inspire me to write in new ways. 

Tabatha Yeatts has created a link to poems teachers and librarians can print for poetry month, titled "Poetry in The Halls". I'm grateful to be one of the poets!

Jama Rattigan has a post HERE with many poets' goals for April.

The Progressive Poem schedule can be found on the right.

First, I want to thank Irene Latham and Jone MacCullough for my wonderful postcards. It is a pleasure to receive "real" mail and when it's a poem, even better. (Click to enlarge.)

 















        I have told some people and written at other times about my penchant for sweeping with a broom. When sad, when frustrated, when overwhelmed, I usually find a porch or patio to sweep clean. In my old home, if cold, I swept the garage. Now without a garage, I brave even bad weather, bundling up, and sweep away (when needed). Thus, my poem.

Lament

My broom is dead,

here lies its head.

It swept away

my dust-fraught days.

Frustration pushed

out with a whoosh.

The broom and me,

my therapy!

Another broom

will take up room,

but I’ll recall

this one did all.

Linda Baie ©