https://wp.me/p1XvpO-7o1

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/jan/04/pat-barker-women-carry-the-can-long-term

In the afternoon god smiled at me

He took the form of great buzzing bee

He hovered over flowers and danced away

After that what could I do but pray?

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/sarcasm-spurs-creative-thinking/

The problem with sarcasm or even irony it is that people don’t always realize that you are being sarcastic.

But in a small amount maybe it’s ok

Her little paw  was delicate to hold

I pressed the pads to make the claws come out

She didn’t mind but stretched luxuriously

A happy  sigh came from her mouth.

She  wriggled slightly all over

Then subsided back into the deep sleep

I think cats must dream the same way we do and for the same reasons.

https://www.thepoetrysalon.com/tps/2019/06/21/why-are-people-afraid-to-write-poetry/

Most people don’t realize that writing poetry is less about Allen Ginsberg’s, “ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,” and more about everyday truths, small happenings and fleeting human moments (which, when you feel them deeply enough, are equivalent to that ancient heavenly connection). In an age when telling the truth is a revolutionary act and face-to-face contact comes through a screen, just taking time to talk about something commonplace like, let’s say, “a narrow fellow in the grass” (Emily Dickinson) whom we spotted on our way to work, well. Damn. You’d think a writer with that much observational power must have a special pipeline to deeper, unfathomable mysteries.