I might have mentioned a few times over that I’m in love ❤️ with poetry. I’m not sure when this crush began or morphed into a such deep appreciation of words. During college I was first an Engineering student and do not remember taking any creative writing courses. So, I suppose it began on the streets of NYC, where I listened to beat-box artists on the subway or spoken word at local cafes.
My knowledge of POETS is always expanding. I lean on the New Yorker or Paris Review to introduce me to New writers. The latest one is Frederick Seidel.
Spring colors are popping and all I can think about is how I’d like to hike up to a mountain top and soak in a valley view. Till I can make this daydream become a reality, I’ve been collecting inspirational mountain landscape images in a folder entitled Day Dreamer.
It feels good to day dream.
One thing about daydreaming, it can be pseudo dangerous. What if the mountains I visit aren’t as picturesque or magical? Not so. If there is one thing I’ve learned, it that nature is fascinating. I presently live near the Gulf of Mexico and while it’s not as pristine as other coastal towns, the marshy pockets and choppy breaks are what make my city special.
What are you daydreaming about lately? Mountains, cherry pie or something else? Tell me.
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