We did it, folks! Thanks to donations from several people, my poetry raised $270 for the City of Refuge. I don’t yet know the total raised from all poets participating in the Poem-a-Thon.
I wrote to the prompt today, for my final poem. “…write something about celebrations–an event you celebrate, or how you celebrate. How do you turn the everyday into a festive occasion?” This is a little rough, but I can polish it later.
A Little Party Every Day
I try to have a little party for myself every day – good advice from a random stranger on the internet.
I made it through the workday
without crumbling and my legs are strong.
My phone is the portal to a million songs
enough reason to dance, swaying
to one upbeat tune before engaging
with pots and pans and chopping knives.
Pop a sparkling water and raise a glass
to snuggly cats and exams passed
as my loves share the small joys of their lives.
For enduring my dreaded recurring chore —
clipping coupons and meal planning
squeaky cart wheels and standing in line —
discount flowers from the grocery store.
A donut on the deck, stationed
for a prime view of the pollinators
darting and busy from color to color,
planting accomplished
and now a moment for observation.
A camp chair under the carport
with a cup of red rooibos tea
the joyful tap of rain above me
there’s time for a party, no matter how short.
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Nomadic Noesis 