William Carlos Williams

My wifes new pink slippers
have gay pom-poms.
There is not a spot or a stain
on their satin toes or their sides.
All night they lie together
under her beds edge.
Shivering I catch sight of them
and smile, in the morning.
Later I watch them
descending the stair,
hurrying through the doors
and round the table,
moving stiffly
with a shake of their gay pom-poms!
And I talk to them
in my secret mind
out of pure happiness.

I wanted to share this wonderful poem today, since it’s the last day of National Poetry Month.  I was going to write a poem, but his is better.

Do you ever use poetry or journaling to express the inexpressible?  I am a compulsive journal writer, which I’ve been doing for over 50 years.  I find it helps me to access thoughts and emotions that I am not clearly aware of.  It helps inspire me with new perspectives.  Answers to problems present themselves, as if by magic! 

Take a moment to write something.  Maybe choose 3 words to get you started–how about

Love
     Persimmon
            Predictable

Or choose some words of your own.  See what comes up.  It’s your meditation tool for the day! 
Have fun!