Among my Saturday morning delights is poeming, as my friend Ace calls it. I set aside this morning each week because I have the house to myself and it’s not a workday, therefore no guilt possible. Some people clean their houses on Saturday; I clear my brain of metaphors by getting them on paper. The house can wait. Some do laundry; I rinse myself with the air on my deck while catching images and essences. The poetic flow is much harder to set than the spin cycle.
And chocolate can really jump-start a poetry session.
By the way, there is a website called Creativity and Chocolate. What’s it about? That other thing that makes me happy on a Saturday: fashion! And here’s a poem about another thing that makes me happy.