I hereby promise to (try to) post a poem every Tuesday from now on, because I want to be part of a very cool movement initiated by audacious blogger Mary McCallum (click on the link for info about the growing number of Tuesday's Poets).
All of a sudden a network of poems. Tuesday's Poem. I don't think I can trot out something suitable from the box under the Tabby's bed every week, because the muse of poetry doesn't visit Tabbyville all that often. (Or isn't heeded, anyway.) In a way for me blogging is a lot like poetry, and I guess I should think about whether that is a bad or a good thing.
Do you think Emily Dickinson would have blogged?
I'm hoping it will be acceptable to the blog-a-rama if my contribution to the Tuesday Poem comes mostly from my store of favourites of other people's poems (that are of course either out of copyright or have the permission of their author to quote).
But here's one of my own poems:
THE INDESTRUCTIBLE PLASTIC BUCKET SALESMAN
let me demonstrate