Good Morning, Good Friday, and Have a great weekend!

Well, this week has been good.

My eyes are feeling better..."Lost" was amazingly, mind-blowingly awesome...I ate my share of cupcakes...I actually enjoyed vacuuming with my new bagless vacuum cleaner (seriously, it's actually sorta fun to use!)...I bought a really cute outfit...

and now I'm off to see Delaney awarded several times over at her middle school awards ceremony...

But since none of those things really warranted an entire Friday blog post, I thought I might go back and share a few more of the poems I wrote for the Poem-a-Day Challenge I did throughout April. I wrote 30 poems (very proud of that!), and these are a few of the ones I liked.

Challenge: Write a love poem.

“love”

yes
love can arrive,
announce itself
with words in the sky
in the tail plumage
of a plane.

yes,
love can enter,
declare itself
with
noise
cacophony,
trumpeting.

it also

can creep on tiptoes,
tapping the shoulder,
whispering hello

like its own little,
gentle
surprise party

Challenge: Write a "rebirth" poem.

“Rebirth”

I need it every time.

Every time
I eat and drink
and do this
in remembrance.

I need it every dawn,
every dusk,
every day,
every time I take a breath.

Every time,
it does its magic
(if I can call it that).

It shucks off the old skin,
shrugs off the old coat,

draws me in
closer,
nearer,
clearer,

to the me
I desire to be.

Challenge: Write a poem about either communication or miscommunication.

"Girl Talk"

Little white blooms.

Little fingers.

Twisting the flowers
into rings, bracelets, necklaces,
they giggled
and called each other
Princess.

It’s the
secret language of

little girls

on a Spring day.

Challenge: Write a poem starting with the word "never."

“Create”

Never
do I feel as
alive,
magical,
yet
real...

(Like a flower
opening its silken petals
to the sun

like the sun
receiving applause
from the children below

like a child
smiling, laughing
for no other reason
than just because)…

as I do
in this moment
(right here)

as a word
unfolds
on a piece of
paper.

Challenge: Write a poem about regret.

“No Regrets”

at five thousand feet,
you get a different view.

lungs full,
the air
(and possibilities!)
alive,
close enough
to grasp.

“no regrets!”
I scream.

into the invisible crowd,
into the wind.

I've said it before and I'll say it again...
doing any sort of creative activity is good for your soul. Whether it's painting, or scrapbooking, or taking pictures, or building something, or writing a poem...it just gives you a special sense of wonderment as you create something out of nothing.

So, even though I'm not a "real" poet, I do appreciate letting me share my poetic creations with you. It's always a revelation to me, as I see where my imagination takes me sometime. (And I totally encourage you to try and write a poem. Even if you've never written one before, or you don't think anything you wrote would be good--that's not really the point. It's just the act of putting words together to express yourself. It's just a good thing!)

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And now for something totally unrelated to anything I've already said.

Aren't these things the cutest? I think I'm going to have to throw a graduation party just so I can make these graduation hat cake pops. I seriously {heart} them...

(Yeah...another of my favorite forms of creativity is making cute stuff in the kitchen. It just makes me happy too!)

It's becoming quite late (or early, however you choose to think about it) on this early Friday morning (i.e., 1 a.m.), so let me stop here before my eyes completely close in front of the computer. I plan on having an excellent Friday and rest of the weekend...and I hope you do the same!