It's good to see you ready to kick off your weekend with some poetry.
Mr. Linky is all the way down at the end of this post if you would like to skip to it. I have a couple of items to share.
I double booked. Oi! About the end of winter, I was pining for my college friends. I got in touch and begged for a get together...asap..no matter what! As you can imagine, the schedules of busy women including a college professor, school administrator, public school librarian, and full-time mother--teaching a full schedule of private piano lessons are not easy to line up. So, I quickly agreed to the first weekend that we could all meet.
annnnnnd that's this weekend. Gulp!
I thought about switching Poetry Friday hosting duties with someone else. I've done that before. But, honestly, there's never a time that doesn't impact something else.
You might wonder, "Why are you telling me this?"
I'm actually out-of-pocket right now. I'll be reading posts as I can get to them. Please understand it might be later than the typically punctual visit of a Poetry Friday host.
For the past couple of years, I've held a clunker exchange. It's pretty fun and the rules are simple.
I'm offering you as many of my clunker lines listed below as you would like to tinker with in exchange for one (or as many as you wish) of your clunkers. Your clunker might be a pot of gold for me! Please drop your donated clunker in the comment section below.
I'd love to know what line you are taking from me. But, it's not necessary. I'll see if I can wrangle some verse from clunker lines that you all leave.
Clunkers: Take some ... leave some ... make them work!
- my parents wanted to see Gerald Ford speak from the steps of a plane
- August is long of light
- In a large stockpot
- Hog farmers and hop growers
- a toast of fine India rum
- debutant called forth
- presented as woman-ready
- first, of the catechism, I read
- I shake the flame out of my matchstick
- Sun sings, give me some sugar
- This moon has stayed out late again
- A year, or maybe a century ago
- Trees turned so orange the road looked blue
- Look at these names, these fames, these…
- Hungry wolves howl
- Susan B. Anthony’s gravestone is covered with “I voted” stickers
- The half-life of Halloween
- The price tag always lies
- what she heard fell “far short” of
- sycamore roots gossip
- found a bit of sunflower
- Sometimes, rules are laid down
- Gardeners and poets shuffle