AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

National Poetry Month sighs to a close

Pic on Flickr by halo_prints ~ Dusseldorf by the river
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And so ends the month of pushing a poem a day. I wrote about 70 odd poems and posted, I think, 69 of them.

Meanwhile my son is leaving Dusseldorf and heads for Brussels before finally returning to Australia via maybe Amsterdam and maybe Paris. (So he says!) But he has less than a week to do all that, so we'll see!

I have no idea about tomorrow. I was thinking about writing a poem about a horse I see every morning. He is always sleeping by his favourite tree when I pass. But the new bigger and better highway is getting closer and closer to him. Soon, he will be right in the way.

This morning, I saw him having a quiet nuzzle with a another horse near his fence line. All I could think of was poetry; a poem about horses sharing secrets.

Hmmmmmm Possibly it is good National Poetry Month is over after all.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

that horse story sounds kind of interesting, I don't think I ever read a poem from a horse's perspective before

I am also NaPoWriMo is over as I am not use to writing so much in a month but you did wrote more than me, congrates on doing that

paisley said...

nice to ba able to languish and savor the flavor of the poem for awhile isnt it... no need to publish immediately....

and hey congrats on the 69 poems... i ended up with 57 published as of today,, and that was a work out i must say.....

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