I don’t care for poetry much either except for my own, of course. (Have you seen mine? Did I forget to send you a copy of ‘God’s Hand Shadows on My Bedroom Wall’?) And that’s the real message of Poetry Month, not that you should go back and reread the one about the cherry tree wearing white for Eastertide or the plums in the icebox so sweet and so cold — no, no, no — it’s the month when you should write a poem and see how powerful this can be in winning the favor of women.”
Funny stuff! You gotta love Garrison Keillor. Great sense of humor, and he can write, which is a little strange.
I haven’t had much to say about National Poetry Month this year. So it goes.