It’s been a lovely weekend here on the Great Plains.  My husband was home and the weather was Spring in that fabulous way only Kansas can be.  So I took a break from poetry and lived my life a little.

Saturday was spent at Art at the Arb hosted by the Bartlett Arboretum.  I’ve mentioned this place before, but each time I visit, my imagination is fired by the eclectic collection of trees and fauna from around the world… plus it’s great for music!

Then I attended the Kansas Author’s Club Dist. 5 meeting and listened to poetry from Bill Karnowski, author of Catching the Rain and sponsor of the Karnowski Youth Poetry Contest.

Needless to say, it’s time to get back to the poetry.

If you’re in the Wichita area this week, there are several events you might like to attend.  In honor of Sexual Assault Awareness Month, the Wichita Sexual Assault Center, along with the Independent WordArtists of Wichita, are sponsoring Poetry events.

Open Mic with Special Quests at Barleycorn’s. Everyone Deserves to Feel Safe, is on Tuesday.Independent

The Second, Change The Rules Poetry Slam, will be at Anna Murdoc’s at 2019 E. Williams, Wednesday.

And while this isn’t a “Wichita” thing, April 18th is the annual Poem-in-your-pocket day!  Be sure to carry around copies of your favorite poem to share your love of poetry.

And Playing ‘catch up,’ here are the poems that were inspired by the prompts over the last few days.

Prompt # 10: Keeper Image

Night at the Keeper

There was that time we
stopped, shivering in our
fluffy down jackets, my
bottom inches above the
cement steps beneath us,
the chill aura seeping past
my layers, too cold to sit
all the way down, stooping
and waiting for the flames
to ignite, burn and climb
in sheer orange glory, the
reflection spread over the
black waters, your arm
wrapped tight around me,
knocking me off balance,
only to land ungracefully
in a frigid sprawl just as
the fire lit up the night sky.

Prompt #12 Why Write

Why Write-the answer subject to change at any given moment.

I write
to remember all the things
that are better left forgotten,
all the moments that haunt
and swirl the taste of my coffee,
all the times my life left marks
on my body, those faded scars,
how did that get there?
I write to figure it out,
to dig past the singular
moment and feeling,
to capture that singular
event and emotion,
to pen that epistle
that passes it on to everyone
else. I write
to survive,
to enjoy,
to please,
to thank,
to welcome,
to smell,
to taste,
to mourn,
to worship,
to live,
to be.

Prompt #13 Ten Things I Know to be True

Ten Things April Knows to be True

1.  Everybody poos
* the Pope
*The little old lady driving the lime green camaro with
her matching lime green sweater
*the brat in my 5th hour class
Why does this matter?  Remembering this reminds me that we are all imperfect, holy, and free, that we are all gloriously human

2. Johnny Cash was a great man (he poo-ed, too)

3. If more people concentrated on following Jesus, rather than speaking for Jesus, the world would be a better place.

4.  Farting is funny. Knowing that about myself explains why I teach middle school.

5. If I put a smile out there, chances are pretty high that someone will smile back

6. 1 in 4 people will not like me, no matter how much I smile

7. I hate being a grown-up, but I love being a mommy

8. I will never understand calculus and I will never be a speller.  But I can still write.

9. It’s totally okay to have a list that includes Jesus and poo and Johnny Cash.

10. More folks should worry about becoming the best person they can be and spend less time worrying about everyone else.

Prompt #14 Behind the Door

Since I DID know what was behind that door, I’ll explain.  The image is of an old door, repurposed to block access to stairs leading up to the Bartlett Arboretum Tree House.  The roofless deck gives a fabulous view over the pond and grounds, and I had the opportunity to sit up there last summer and just contemplate the world and life.  I never wrote a poem for that experience, but would like to go up those steps again to really do the lines justice… so I’m not quite ready to write a poem in honor of that yet!

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