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Neon Envelope Clutch for “Poem in Your Pocket Day”

Why did I not know about Poem in Your Pocket Day? Why did my husband, a self-admitted non-reader and non-intellectual, tell me about it? Could it be that he is smarter than he lets on? Could it be that I’ve been drinking too much and reading not enough?

The answer is yes! And that’s why I’m reprinting my favorite childhood poem. I don’t have an exciting pocket but I have a cool envelope. According to the Wikipedia entry about envelopes, “when the folding sequence is such that the last flap to be closed is on a short side it is referred to in commercial envelope manufacture as a pocket.” Enough said. Here’s my pocket:

neon envelope

Top: Gifted (from mom)
Tank: Old Navy
Jeans: Earnest Sewn
Belt: Matt and Natt
Shoes: Seychelles
Cuff: Greenbelts
Clutch: Asos

Tired of wide thighs? Feel like your waist is too thick? The answer is to carry an enormous envelope clutch! Of course I’m kidding! But I do notice that the larger the purse, the smaller the person. It’s the Olsen Twin philosophy–and it works.

black, blue, and neon

And here’s my poem:

It’s Hot
by Shel Silverstein

It’s hot!
I can’t get cool,
I’ve drunk a quart of lemonade,
I think I’ll take my shoes off
And sit around in the shade.

It’s hot!
My back is sticky,
The sweat rolls down my chin.
I think I’ll take my clothes off
And sit around in my skin.

It’s hot!
I’ve tried with ‘lectric fans,
And pools and ice cream cones.
I think I’ll take my skin off
And sit around in my bones.

It’s still hot!

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April: National Poetry Month

To celebrate National Poetry Month, I’ll be including a poem in each of my April posts, starting with one of my favorites, by e.e. cummings:

in Just-
spring        when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles        far       and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far       and       wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it’s
spring
and
the

goat-footed

balloonMan      whistles
far
and
wee

The visual artist in me loves the placement of the words on the page and how the poem takes on new meanings in the way it appears. The writer in me enjoys how cummings creates rhythm and patterns and new meanings by combining words.

puddle and boots

Rainboots: Steve Madden

There’s something about poetry that stirs my soul.

It nourishes like a good meal, refreshes like a dip in the lake, and reaches into me and finds emotions I didn’t know I had. Apparently, it drives me to write in similes too!

Whether you know it or not, poems are familiar to all of us. A poem is the lullaby your parents sang to you when you were an infant, the nursery rhymes you recited on the playground, and the songs you sing in your car as you listen to the radio on the way to work.

Do you enjoy poetry? Share your thoughts!

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