Asparagus

A friend of mine is a prolific poet (Hi, David!). Every day he sends me a new poem.

Most are short; a few are longer.
Most are rhyming; a few are not.
Every once in a while, I receive a long prose poem.

Everything he sends evokes an emotional reaction.

Sometimes it's a smile; other times I laugh out loud.
Sometimes I want to cry.
Sometimes goosebumps pop out; other times it's so hauntingly beautiful and bittersweet that I sit in awe.

He inspires me every day to stretch my writing muscles so that my words can be as effective as his.

The other day the title was "Asparagus."

David ranted and raved about that luscious veggie. It was clear that asparagus didn't make his top ten list of favorite green things.

I wrote him back that I loved asparagus and that some kids I may or may not know called it little trees, and they loved it, too.

He wrote back, and I almost fell out of my chair.

David loves asparagus!

Point of view and character voice and selling your emotional story all rolled into one short poem about skinny green stalks that look like little trees. Inspiration comes in all forms.

Happy Monday :)