Poo a Tree

I have an incredibly full, and thus, busy, life. First and foremost I am a mother and a wife — both things which, in order to do right, need time and effort. I’m also a writer; I write “full time” for clients and fit my own work in whenever I can. I volunteer two mornings a week in a grade two class at the local elementary school and on Friday afternoons I’m in Danica’s 2/3 classroom. I go to school part time, trying to get a degree before I’m 40, and I have hobbies like quilting and cross stitching to keep me busy as well. I design mystery quilts and share them on the internet and devote a good deal of time to World of Warcraft. Oh, and I like to sleep.

My point is, time is a very precious commodity to me, as I’m sure it is to everyone, so I am always looking for ways to fit a few more things into the paltry 24hours a day we are given. One way I’ve discovered to do that is with my Poo a Tree book. In addition to the Sudoko books and magazines in our bathroom, I slipped a small, spiral bound notebook with a pen tucked into the spirals. I’ve labeled it ‘Poo a Tree’ (get it? poetry/poo a tree because it’s in the bathroom? get it? *nudge nudge*) but my daughter tells me I should have called it ‘Potteratree’. Whatever it’s called it’s function remains the same — I write in it.

Sure, I don’t write any big-ass sonnets, but I have got quite a collection of tankas, haiku, limericks and acrostics in it. A lot of the poems are crap *snickers* and I’ve noticed that phrases like ‘from the bowels‘ seem to come up more often than usual, but some of the poems are really rather good. I’ve got a whole ‘Enigmatic Girl’ series of haiku that shows some potential, for example.

As my final exercise for Poetry Month I challenge you all to make a Poo a Tree book (though maybe you could come up with a more clever name :) ) and use it. You don’t need a fancy book, hell just a scrap of paper will do. Give it a shot and see what happens.