I was going to start off the week talking about my past week, my remodeling disasters and my attempts at crafting.

But I think I’ll talk about poetry. Again.

Sunday evening I went through my reader and started some long-overdue reading,  and noticed that this time of year seems to bring out the poet in people. 

You people are good. Really good.

You have the right rhythm, pacing, and imagery to bring my mind in line with where you are. Or where you want us to be.

• My poet friend Ivor wrote a poem called One More Spoonful about reading his never ending story over at Ivor.Plumber/Poet.
• Another writer friend, Christine at Stine Writing, wrote a delightful poem about clouds based on 12 words given to her by The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #536.
• My friend Dwight over at Roth Poetry penned a “nonsense poem”  ditty about a  yellow cat — or should I say a cellow yat — called, appropriately Cellow Yat.
• My Boundless Blessings writer Kamal wrote a wonderfully romantic poem called Can I Take You…
• And my favorite flower lady Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales always has a wonderful haiku…for you… like Done and Dusted.
• My very good friend Michele often combines her photography with poetry, like Punk Scene and Desert Serene at her blog My Inspired Life.
• A very lovely Raghavasree shared her intense poem Sinking over at Desert Flower.
• And how could you not relate to wonderful haikus (and other ditties) such as Winter Haiku #4 about winter over at inknowlme’s blog  The Ink Owl?
• I really enjoy the dark intenseness of Lucy and her poems, including My Eve over at Pseudopsychosis,
• Powerful poetry,  such as Winter Canvas over at BBYCGN Writing, blends perfectly with  serious issues such as chronic pain and narcissism. 

There is just something, about words. Creative words.

Since I’m sooooo into Creativity, I could also show off Buddha Busts from the Alchemist’s Studio, or a Things in Motion painting by Tiffany Arp-Daleo, or a photo of a stumpy willow entitled Misty Cotswold Reflections by Candia, or my favorite subject, Chicklets, in a Valentine’s Day float at Rethinking Life’s blog.

But then I’d have to write a whole new blog. 

Have time? Check ’em out.

Keep going, poets.