Poem of the Fortnight
One concern when I started this blog was that I would use up writing time and energy that should be devoted to writing poems. My poetry critique group meets twice a month, and I try not to miss any meetings, whether I have a poem or not. I also really try to have something to take, even if it’s a very rough early draft. In addition to helping me improve as a poet, this group (to which I have belonged for more than 20 years!) also provides inspiration and incentive to keep working.
As an additional kick in the butt, I’ve decided to post a poem twice a month after critique and revision. I realize that’s not exactly a fortnight, but it’s catchier. In the fall, when my babysitting gig returns to after-school hours, I will aim for “Poem of the Week.”
Grandma’s Awesome Toast
Is it the bread?
Or just love?
Chloe says, “Grandma, you make the best toast!
Can I please have another piece?”
It’s not the bread—regular store-bought multigrain—
or the toaster—an ordinary Black and Decker—
or even the love.
The secret, which I keep to myself,
is real butter.