Perhaps I was not cut out for the Slice of Life Challenge this year. On Day 1, I wrote a poem and on Day 30, a response poem to the responses to the poem. It is quite perplexing.
It’s not that I needed 29 days to think of something else to write. There are actually 24 new poems in my notebook and roughly 200 filled pages with the scribing of my ink this month. My notebook is bursting at the seams. In fact, I may run out of pages before tomorrow is done. I’m trying not to brag, but my pen has this down.
But, much of the time, the words do not have the desire to creep out of the safekeeping of the notebook. I try to lure them out, but they are shy. Tired. Cozy and safe nestled between the covers of March 2023. Oh dread, I hear the voice of Eeyore. And, Piglet assuring me we did the best we could. And, that I still wrote.
And, such I time I had! So much play happened in the notebook this month! I cannot wait to tell you!
But, not until April – when the month of poetry begins.
That’s when the poems all wake up and fight for their time in the spotlight.
Hmmmm. . . I maybe just started at the wrong month. 🙂
Islands of My Soul 
This reader is tickled, utterly pink by the honesty in these words. I feel for those words, snuggled cozily between the pages of your notebook. Like a child protected by her mother, so are your words protected by their writer.
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What a treat to see your post today! And how extraordinarily prolific you have been this month!! So many filled pages and so many poems! There is much wisdom here in your reflections about the writing that stays in notebooks. The writing I enjoy best, really, is the writing I do for myself, to share with no one. I have been out of the habit for awhile but now find myself eager for March to be done so that I can return to my notebook and to rebuilding the writing routines I’ve lost over the past months.
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