Today I’m tired. I spent yesterday outdoors in wonderful warm spring air at the Festival International de Louisiane. Today I am tired all over my body. We walked, we drank, we ate festival food, and danced. Too much. Today I wasn’t going to write, but my friend in this daily poetry game, Christie Wyman, wrote using online magnetic poetry, nature version, because she didn’t want to get off the sofa. Like Christie, I am writing by moving pieces around on my computer. Is this really writing? Thus the title for today’s blog, Lazy Poet.
Being an itinerant teacher, I drive from parking lot to parking lot. During March Slice of Life Challenge, I wrote about the shoe in the parking lot that seemed to be haunting me. This week, I noticed a tiny wild flower blossoming amidst the stones. So here’s a little quiet moment to breathe.
Reflections on the Teche 
LOL! Running on fumes. We’ve got this, Margaret. Two more days.
Another way to look at it. Creating these magnetic poems is a bit like making a flower arrangement with what you have in your garden. You notice what’s available, gather up what speaks to you, and arrange them in an aesthetically pleasing manner. — Christie
I like the way you look at things, so positive and optimistic.
My pen?
It’s dry
My pencil?
It snapped
My phone?
Went dead
My keyboard?
It cracked
and still we find the time
to write a few lines, a
word or phrase, maybe
conjure a rhyme
for the lazy
poet knows what
the lazy poet
knows:
a poem is different,
more magical,
more elusive …
than prose
— Kevin (I think this started to fall apart on me midway through but I kept going to find an ending)
PS — thanks for reminding me about Magnetic Poetry … I want do it with my students
And thanks for reminding me that poems go where poems want to go. We are sometimes just the movers of the pen (or the tiles, as the case may be.)