Every day is a good day to read poetry. Today is my day to blog about it. I didn't plan it that way and won't be writing any...not yet anyway. It started early this morning when I shared a link from email to my Poets & Writers Picnic Facebook page. Then the very first slices I read today were poems. Surely a sign...if not, I'll run with it anyway and see where it takes me.
|John Keats reading, by Joseph Severn|
And then I read more slice poetry, strapped on my oxygen backpack and walked a mile before dark. Returning tired (exertion does that) I rested before supper and reading more, commenting as I went. Now it's time wrap up and post. That's where it took me today. Sorry, no meaningful poetry appreciation epiphany stories or using poetry in teaching stories. I have those for poetry in at least three languages.
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Adios and happy slicing to you until we meet again.