The United States right now is craaazy! What ‘s right is wrong, what’s black is white, what’s up is down; feeding the hungry is being outlawed, defending the vulnerable is being portrayed as attacking white males and the NRA is taking an affront with schoolchildren denouncing slaughter in the schools.
Let’s go to a different time, shall we? Today’s prompt is “September 1960 “.
This will take some imagination for me; I wasn’t even a wish for my parents yet.
Maybe this poem will be my prologue. I’ve written them before for other people, such as this one for my son.
And just an update, John Canfield at The Poetry School sent me confirmation that PS will again have a NaPoWriMo Poem-a-Day challenge going in April. To participate in their festivities, register here.
I identify myself as a Pacific Northwest poet. I have been writing poetry since 1976- and yes - I have been using the pen-name Ariel all this time! I can often be found writing in the Willamette Valley, in Pacific forests or along the Coastlines on Oregon.
Let me know what you think ...