by Lana Wayne Koehler
While I don’t consider myself a poet, every now and then I
feel the urge to write something that doesn’t have to be vetted and critiqued
by impatient peers and editors alike. To that end, I indulge in poetry.
No one would accuse me of being devoid of ideas, but
following Michelle Barnes on her blog, “Today’s Little Ditty”, she invites
authors and others to give parameters with which to focus my attentions. And,
occasionally, if the poetic muses visit, she likes what I write and makes it a
focus of the day.
Her recent challenge by Helen Frost, When My Sister Started Kissing, was to find an object that had no
sentimental value but could be described using each of the five senses, one for
each line. And, in the end, ask a question, answer a question, or both.
This was my offering for March, 2017. If you want to see it
on her blog, here’s the post.
ODE TO A PIANO
It was love at first sight: Watching fingers tickle the ivories as
the sound tickles my ears;
Tasting joy,
While the fragrance of the music
Lingers, waiting to embrace
Me.
One of my poems was selected for her end-of-the-year book,
“The Best of Today’s Little Ditty Volume I”, but you’ll have to buy it to find
out which one it is!
If you have a little bit of the crazy and want to join me on
my poetic diversions, check out, “Today’s Little Ditty”, https://michellehbarnes.blogspot.com.
May the odds be ever in your favor!
