Let me write you a poem. Let me try at least.
Let me do this because a year ago, when my publisher suggested I start blogging, I cringed. What would I write about and, more importantly, who would read it? It felt like an English 401 assignment from my first year in college: 5 pages typed, double-spaced, topic of your choice, every week.
But it hasn’t been like school at all. it’s been FUN. That’s right, I used the F word: Fun. F-U-N. I’ve loved trying to think of people I’ve met and times I’ve spent with people on this journey so far. And I’ve really loved, really appreciated, really been humbled by, you checking in.
So, again, let me do this: let me do my best to write you a poem.
This is how it works (perhaps you read my blog about the Poetry Stand — Free Poetry, Really): you tell me what you’d like your poem to be about and I’ll try writing it. In the past, I’ve made this offer to friends and have written poems about swingsets, the fall from innocence, sheep, Plum Island, what it feels like to be stuck in a life, what would happen if we could make movies of our dreams, etc.
Think about it: what do you want your very own poem to be about?
And then, reader, let me know, and I’ll do my best to deliver you your one-of-a-kind creation.
With my thanks and with hopes that you keep reading.