You are beautiful, inexactly.
You let a weed grow by the mulberry
And a mulberry grow by the house.
So close, in the personal quiet
Of a windy night, it brushes the wall
And sweeps away the day till we sleep.
A child said it, and it seemed true:
"Things that are lost are all equal."
But it isn't true. If I lost you,
The air wouldn't move, nor the tree grow.
Someone would pull the weed, my flower.
The quiet wouldn't be yours. If I lost you,
I'd have to ask the grass to let me sleep.
We have also decided that National Poetry Month deserves a special giveaway.
So we are making up a package filled with a $20 Amazon giftcard, a Starbucks card, poetry, vintage postcards, something pretty (picked out special for the winner) and a print of Amanda Atkins' amazing painting The Demise of the First Poet I Ever Fell Prey To.
So here's the deal, pick out a favorite poem or line from a poem and take it to a place where you live and photograph it.
Let us know here or on Lindsey's blog that you are entering the giveaway.
Email your photo and poem to email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org.
Then tell your friends about it.
Blog, facebook, or twitter about it and let us know and you will get more entries.
Most importantly, have fun with this...let's celebrate poetry.
Happy National Poetry Month,
Fritzi Marie and Lindsey
p.s. Bono B. will pick the winner next Thursday and we will feature your entries.
UPDATE: We are extending the deadline for another week or so. So, please enter.