Poets like to write about rain.
And gloom.
And getting old.
And loss.
But today is beautiful.
The sun is shining.
It’s too nice for poetry.
Even if all I do is sit in the shade with a cup of coffee.
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Joseph E Bird 
July 9, 2016 at 8:38 am
Oh YEAH, baby!!
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July 9, 2016 at 10:29 am
Go outside. Sit in the shade, look at the clouds, hear the birds, watch the sunlight and shadows play across the yard. You won’t be writing poetry, you’ll be living it.
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July 9, 2016 at 2:07 pm
Poetry in action, man.
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