On Tuesday, I received a text from my niece. Her son, Oliver, wrote a haiku and she shared it with me. She also asked him if I could post it here for my wide Poetry Friday community. and he said yes. chirping crickets here they could be opera singers spring has come to us ©Oliver (2020) Oliver wrote a wonderful #poemofpresence. I will forever hear crickets as opera singers. My responses: scratchy eyes cottonwood fluff puffs spring arrives ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft) each morning crow on the feeder acrobat ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft) I felt a bit stuck this week. As I wrote in my notebook page which seemed to span between May 11-15, I wondered if sometimes when you feel stuck it’s your brain’s way of doing work, puzzling things out at a deeper level. These #poemsofpresence happened. Not all made it on Twitter. openings
rather stay at home pandemic ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft) class pages writing twelve hundred words a mountain ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft) yesterday rain taps the window writing day ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft) each drawing circles, swirls entwine meditate ©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)
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