IMG_3284Preparing to celebrate Poem in Your Pocket Day on April 26.  National Poetry Month is wrapping up and the last hurrah for many poetry fans is Poem In Your Pocket Day, or so I have heard!  I guess the concept is to celebrate poetry by tucking a favorite poem into your back pocket to share with family, friends and co-workers.

So we are kicking off our first ever celebration of poetry.  Alas.  I featured each daughter’s selection below and dusted off a poem I have been working on…

Anatomy of a Dancer
A dancer’s heart beats in an eight-count.
A dancer’s eyes always shine.
A dancer’s soul is filled with music.
So their feet always fall in time.
A dancer feels like no other;
the vibrant rhythm of life.
And it all goes into the performance;
All the joy and all the strife.
So remember that with dancers:
A little patience is what you need.
Because their minds are otherwise engaged.
Dancers are truly a different breed.
–  Jessica Bondreaux
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
– Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

I do not like to run in the rain.
I do not like to run through pain.

I do not like to run up a steep hill.
Makes me long for a potent pain pill.

I do not like to run a near a pig farm.
Seems to cause my nose harm.

I do not even try to run fast.
Reminds me of my cross-country past.
And… finishing last.

I do not like to run near scary dogs.
Makes me long for the stinkin’ hogs.

– Debbie Schaefer

Note to self:  re-read my post about negative self-talk in regard to running.