Of course, it then became today’s #postitnotepoetry because… of course!
That’s a lot of words… :)
February is rolling along with some great #postitnotepoetry flooding the twitterverse. It is always so much fun to share a play with words and poetry! I’m loving reading everyone’s words. (You can too – if you click on this hashtag link; #postitnotepoetry.)
Here are some more of mine.
(This is the day I ate all the words!)
(There is an actual sponge teacup online that is PERFECT for this little poem – and the quantities of tea I drank that night… http://carlykotynski.com)
For the full collection to date, you can read Days 1 & 2 here; https://katswhiskers.wordpress.com)
All poems © Kathryn Apel.
January is traditionally my Month of Poetry. But this year my January was focused on edits (that’s a post that’s coming soon…) so that while I was reading, editing and writing poetry – I didn’t enjoy the creative play with new forms that has typified my January for the past 6 years.
But with edits away, I was flicking through my tweet stream on 1st February and noticed #PostItNotePoetry appearing pretty regularly. I was ready to play! The guidelines are here, thanks to Adam Byatt (@revhappiness); https://afullnessinbrevity.wordpress.com. I’m a rule-breaker from the start – because I’m writing my poems on Stickies and tweeting screenshots. Because that is me!
A found poem, inspired by my tweeps. (The title comes from Abi Elphinstone’s tweet.)
I’m so excited to share the gorgeous cover for ‘Bully on the Bus’ with you!
As if that’s not exciting enough… HOLDING that shiny-new book is even better! Who knew that an advance copy would hop into my letterbox this week? Not me!!
Pssst… Hop over to win your copy on Goodreads;
Cover Art/Design: Jo Hunt
Release Date: July 2014
Reasons to smile!
The clock has stopped. The bus has run.
School bags lie in wait, lunchboxes packed,
while uniforms hang about in dishevelment
and kids run free!
School bags lie in wait, lunchboxes packed
away at the back of the cupboard.
While uniforms hang about in dishevelment,
waiting to be pressed into shape,
rumpled, crumpled comfy clothes are donned,
and kids run free!
No HW. No bedtimes. No alarms.
Unwinding as the clock… ticks… down… to… school.
My trimeric, for Day 23 Month of Poetry. We love the freedom of school holidays, and always feel a large slice of regret when the school year starts again.
New Year’s Eve
and we wash down
the river bank;
bobbing along at the water’s edge,
and caution whispered on the
cooled evening breeze.
on scarred remains
of ravaging floods;
concrete bones exposed in
cavernous shadows of earth;
bare slabs silent witness
Swept along in the ebb and flow of
a river of revellers; family,
friends, strangers and neighbours;
we flood the banks of the Burnett
as the heavens burst and
stars rain down like
Once again I’m co-ordinating a Month of Poetry, so you may see some snippets of my poems here throughout January. This was inspired by the Wide Bay Australia Bundy NYE Fireworks Spectacular – and the year that was.
Wishing you all a Happy New Year!