Happy Confession Tuesday! This is the afternoon remix. Share a little of yourself with us and we will do the same.
Look at my warrior in training! Ella received an achievement trophy in Tae Kwondo. She's fierce! Not to be outdone, my son's team won their first flag football game on Sunday. Both kids are excelling in everything they do. All I can do is stand back and watch.
Wish they gave moms trophies once in a while. You know, awards for "Best Made Bed," and "Best Homemade Burrito Made Out of Leftovers EVER!" I want something I can put on my mantle and pull out for the witching hour, which in my house is between 5-7 p.m. That's when my kids leave their bodies and haunt me.
I am writing this after a long day of teaching. Today my creative writing class discussed the poem "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop. The class said I had a negative take on the poem. They explained how losing stuff is just a part of life and we should all get over it. Gosh, I must have read it in my poetry voice (you know the voice, which is more earnest than negative, I think.
I've always thought of myself as a glass-half-full kind-of girl. But "One Art" I considered a dour poem. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe my perspective is that of someone older (read: closer to death).
Poetry To-Do List:
- Write two new poems, one about a car for the Improbable Places Poetry Tour reading
- Revise two poem
- Mail poems to four publications
- Get to nightstand reading
Books that have been on my nightstand way too long:
- Stag's Leap, Sharon Olds
- Slow Lightning, Eduardo C. Corral
- The Way It Is, William Stafford (my current read)
- Game Change, John Heilemann and Mark Halperin (not poetry, but an excellent nonfiction read)