I have enjoyed being more aware of and reading more poetry this year than ever before. Although I miss celebrating in person with my students during April classes, I did enjoy holding the poetry contest for my online students, and I am happy to report that all three winners were mailed their copies of home body and a nice journal to write their poems in for their winning efforts in the contest.
I did not finish my goal of completing Margaret Atwood’s new poem collection, Dearly (I have not finished digesting the wonderful poems included.), I will keep the signed book and refer to it from time to time when one of the poems surfaces from my subconscious. It was a wonderful gift, a perfect one for a book lover and collector such as I.
I began with a parody, and will end with a lighthearted parody from the same source, Chris Harris’s I’m Just No Good at Rhyming and Other Nonsense for Mischievous Kids and Immature Grownups:
“Jack Sprat (Updated)”
Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
He lived to be one hundred three;
She died at seventeen.”
It has been fun, and hopefully you will recommend in the responses poems and collections that have impressed, intrigued, and informed you.