Good to know that the poems will always be there, waiting, no matter what gets in their way!
Linda B. has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at TeacherDance. Go find out what the Dickens she’s up to!
Poetry Friday: Waiting
Good to know that the poems will always be there, waiting, no matter what gets in their way!
Linda B. has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at TeacherDance. Go find out what the Dickens she’s up to!
A(nother) Year of Reading 
I have to believe this too. It’s amazing how I can fill up my time in a day. I love “planting 100 bulbs. “
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Waiting is part of the process after all. Sometimes I still feel panicky, though. 🙂
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So much truth! I’m happy the poems are always waiting. I often have them behind my eyelids. I have to keep a notebook on my nightstand. The 100 bulbs sound delightful. Such a lovely gift for the earth.
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Last night I had a rhyme pop into my head right as I was falling asleep, I had to stagger out of bed to grab a piece of paper and a pencil, because I wasn’t sure it would wait until morning. 😉
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Indeed, it is the truth, Mary Lee. Here is your awesome poem of hope! It put a big smile on my face!
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I love that you have poems waiting! That sounds so patient and lovely, sort of like eggs under a feathery chicken staying warm until it’s time to hatch.
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Poems … sigh. Our trusted companions and ever-present friends. ❤️
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I love the reminder that the poems are patiently waiting. Sometimes I worry that I neglect mine too long, but hopefully ready to bloom when like those 100 bulbs of yours at the right time.
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lol– a waiting poem woke me up at 4am this morning! I think it was tired of waiting. Now I’m just tired!
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Yes, ma’am…and amen. I love what waits for and finds you.
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Oh my, this is so true. I especially love it when I finally sit down and one literally pours out. It is the inspirations at 3 in the morning that are tough 😉
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”behind my eyelids as I sleep” yes, terrific line, I’m glad they are waiting! ☺️😴
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Mary Lee, a poem waits patiently-sometimes it hurries to let us know and other times it just sits and waits for the muse to spread the poetic goodness. This poem is about all the to dos before poetic goodness graces our imagination. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
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Ahhh. Knew you wouldn’t be sitting around after retiring from teaching, Mary Lee. Re. waiting, it’s true – but sometimes if I wait too long to jot down a poem, it ends up being a very different thing from what I thought it was going to be! ;0) Robyn HB
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