Winter Writing Miracle

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit mad-cow-cool-Kat at Kat's Whiskers for Roundup.

Rosie, age 6 (one of my
10,000 muses!)

Today is a Snow Day in Alabama...and in many other places as well. Beautiful! As if predicting this development, I posted a Snow Day poem a few weeks ago. :)

Now that things are getting cranked up again in this new year, I'm feeling energized! The holidays put so much on hold...it's nice to resume some of my usual habits. Today's ArtSpeak: PICASSO is about that very thing. 

It's also partly inspired by this Abraham Lincoln quote, which was one of my father's favorites:

“If I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me, this shop might as well be closed for any other business. I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.”

― Abraham Lincoln

In my memory, it was ten THOUSAND angels. How like a poet to make such a change, yes? :) So that's what I put in my poem. And I was also inspired by Molly's post about appreciating her skin, which got me thinking about my continued effort to love and appreciate ALL the cells in my body...ALL parts, not just some of them. Thanks so much for reading!

Miracle

each morning
ten thousand muses
roost

in my skull  

pluck buttons
ribbon       glitter
from even my most
unloveable cells

spill and build
cathedrals across
winter's bare 

pages

- Irene Latham