Poets' Picnic

A day for weaving sestinas with free verse, nature's colors and sounds with ocean breezes - all in poetry, of course. A gathering, six is enough for that, of poets under the shade of towering pines, near a blossoming butterfly bush and a rejuvenating hush broken only by each poet's words. This was four days ago now, but what wonderful memories continue their powerful energy within me.

If nobody visits a blog, is the energy invested in composition and storage merely a waste of resources? Something to ponder and part of why I haven't returned for several months. Meanwhile, my characters spout their needs and tales onto paper elsewhere.

A month of creativity

Someone peel me off the ceiling - add some blocks to ground me again to earth, though not so I can't fly again, just that right now after 30 days of poetry and novel-writing successfully achieved I am one happy, happy hawk!

And today I top that off with the creation of my first blog site and blog post -- a whole new world awaits me.