Anyone who knows me well knows that I love reading about writing, writing about reading, talking about writing, buying supplies for writing, and the smell of the paper supply storage room. I love journals of all kinds, funky written utensils, and word processing. I love book clubs and putting my thoughts on paper. Listening to students and adults reading their writing aloud makes me happy. Poetry is definitely my friend. It doesn’t matter whether it’s narrative poetry, Haiku, sonnets, ballads, acrostics, or couplets…
Phillis Wheatley, Shakespeare, Dickens, Sara Teasdale, Keats, Wordsworth, Maya Angelou, or Robert Frost, it doesn’t matter. Their poetry brings music to my ears, rest to my mind , and a smile to my face. Their words aren’t just words. They are drops of descriptive paint that are spread across a paper canvas just waiting for someone who loves paper, pencils, the written word, and ,yes, maybe even someone who loves the smell of the paper supply storage room.