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| Pockets. Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall in KEY LARGO. |
Pockets are among my favorite things. Containers. Sanctuaries for hands at a loss. Homes for poems. You have a week to select your most pockety ensemble, then fill those pockets with printed copies of a cherished poem, ready to hand out. Or just one copy or a book of poetry which you can read to a captive audience in an elevator, a doctor's waiting room or standing in line at a food truck. The point of the day is to share poetry that you love with friends and strangers. It is pleasant being read to. We get to bask in the attention and possibly acquire new information. Practice reading before loosing yourself on the populace. You want this to be smooth. If it's an intensely moving poem, you and the listener(s) will likely begin to cry before you reach the end. That's good. Stay steady.
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6 comments:
Sweet! You've inspired me.
Pocket panache -- what a fine image.
I love the way you write -- and I love Poem in a Pocket day. I'm trying to figure out which one I'll print and carry!
Angella - Hello! Thank you. Nothing quite so appealing as cornering strangers with a poem that will leave them speechless. xo
A - Thank you. Isn't it a splendid image? Pocket panache. That's it exactly. Looking at them and their enthusiastically-employed pockets makes me so happy. xo
Elizabeth - Thank you. This post was so much fun, it felt rather like skipping. Still figuring out my poem for the day. xo
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