Poetry Retreat

I thought my positive thought was going to be “I get to eat my mom’s stuffed peppers this week which I only get once a year on my birthday!” but I’m going bigger (apologies to Mom!)

On Thursday I’m driving to a convent to attend a long weekend-long poetry retreat. It’s very small, I think maybe a dozen writers. All are respected names, and their work has impressed me over the years to the point of sighing and drooling over their talents. Some are friends of mine; most I haven’t yet met.

I’ve been very nervous because as you know if you read my attempt at poetry during April of ’08, I do what I call “party trick” poetry. I can whip out a silly limerick or haiku but serious stuff eludes me and frankly, makes me nervous. But then I think of someone like Douglas Florian whose work I adore. He is clever and funny and he’s a poet.

So my positive thought for today is funny poetry counts. Also, for good measure: I will be confident in my poetic ability