Day 6 - Postcard Poetry Project - Pigeon Hold Her

Day six of the Postcard Poetry Project flowed naturally. I'd just spent a wonderful day with my son at the science center where we had lunch surrounded by pigeons. I loved the way he interacted with the birds. And so this poem was born.

Pigeon Hold Her by Linda G Hatton

Pigeon Kiss

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Postcard Poetry Project - Day Five - Feeling Figgy

This poem was inspired by a lovely one I received about figs written by Nessa Jay Merakithat. Thank you, Nessa!

I could not format this poem on the postcard, so I decided to type it in how I wrote it, although looking it over now, I see it could use some (more) editing. 

Fig-Mented

She wrote about figs, meaty
fruits resembling lusty
body parts when cut
open. She let them
rot in her drive-
way. She let them
steal her drive
away. She stood there,
she let them, watching
helplessly, writing about how
she could not
touch them. How
she could not
let them touch her, those meaty
fruits resembling lusty
body parts.

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Postcard Poetry Project - Days Three and Four

So far I'm doing pretty well at keeping up with the Postcard Poetry Challenge. It's the other things in life I'm struggling with. For instance:

• Maybe my work-in-progress needs a new title.
• Maybe it should just be thrown into the fire.
• Maybe I should not worry so much? (It's just a phase, dahlinks. Just a phase.)

Below are my Postcard Poems for days three and four. Yes, Dad has been on my mind. In the first postcard, there is a message to her dad written on the picture. I guess that's why I was drawn to the photo.

Day Three Postcard

Day Three - Pushing Up Daisies by Linda G Hatton

Day Four Postcard

Day Four - Home Movies by Linda G Hatton

I'm learning some things through this process, such as how hard it is for me to write clearly with a pen anymore. I used to have the best handwriting. I imagine it's like riding a bike though. If I revert back to handwriting my journals the way I used to, it will come back to me, right?

Also, a couple of the postcards I've received had been postmarked over the top of the poems, so I'm trying to write mine farther down from the top edge now. 

Since I've been using a felt tip pen on some, I wonder how they are holding up through the mail. I hope they are not getting wet and then smearing. 

I think I might even like to continue with this when August is over. We'll see how I am at the end. 

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