I don't seem to be doing the poetry thing.

I dunno.  Maybe I'll double up after the weekend.  I do want to get the manuscripts done/out.

Remaining a bit overwhelmed at work.  Decompressing post show.  All I want to do is organize stuff - espec. the studio.   It's such a great space.  I hope to not have to let it go.  Need to redo the mad laboratory at home as well.

Conceptualizing the next phase.
A percolating restlessness indicates changes, maybe many, maybe some very fundamental ones.
 - Different thinking, in any case, is required and begins to kick in.

Here I am!

I hope the challenge has been giving you plenty to write so far. I can’t believe I’m already 6 poems deep into April (and today’s poem is probably my favorite up to this point).

For today’s prompt, write a hiding poem. You could be hiding. Someone else could be hiding. Something could be hidden. Or maybe there could even be a hidden meaning. I’m flexible with any interpretations poets want to put on the prompt. Have at it.

Playing hide and seek
with the little one we would count
one to twenty
slowly, knowing that was way too much time
feeling her, right near

And then we would look,
"Where could she be?"
And from next to the pillar
next to us
right away she would call out,
"Here I am!"

It's what I want to do.
Say that, stay near, be found.

But I am so well hidden
so cleverly blended in
and quiet, quiet
I don't even know
if anyone is still looking for me.

i'm so far behind

on this dang thing.
do I even bother to try and catch up?

we'll see.
thought I could do it after (a surprisingly very nice easter dinner) but I'm feeling a little stoopid.  and happy.

maybe a bath and an attempt.
maybe just a bath.

nice day though.
thank you universe.

do I make it up that I hear "you're welcome"?

probably. yet
i feel welcome.

mmmm.
thanks again.
. peace .