April is National Poetry Month: Day 14 of 30 and Jingle’s Rally week 14 April 14, 2010
Posted by Princess Wordplay in Poetry.Tags: 30 poems in 30 days, jingle, metaphor, perfect poet award, poem, poet, Poetry
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Help! Jingle has BURIED me in gifts!
The Jingle Limerick Award
You Have Made My Day Award
You Make My Blog Smile Award
Friendship Is A Gift Of Love
Jingle received all these great awards from her friends and decided to pass them on to all her other friends! Now, I would like to re-share them with all of YOU! If you haven’t received any of these in the past, please take and enjoy!
Gina from http://ginabostrovas.wordpress.com/ also shared the “Friendship is a gift of love” award with me. Thank you Gina!
The Celebrate Poet of March Runner-up Award
Here jingle made a mistake. She put the words runner up, but there are no runner ups because we ALL win when we HAVE FUN TOGETHER!
William presented this award. It’s so very pretty! The beauty of the highlands is second only to Ireland ( OK, that may be somewhat biased 
).
Billy's special Blogtastic friends award
And now, the crème de la crème:
The Perfect Poet Award Week 12+1
What a beautiful day on which to display such an honor!
I ACCEPT!
It is difficult to pick a nominee. So many wonderful people do such a great job each week! I try to follow Jingle’s recommendation of equal representation, so I wanted to pick someone who didn’t win the week before.
After much deliberation, consultations with the magic 8-ball and Ouija board, and yoga/meditation; I took the easy way out and picked my favorite from last week (that was not the past week’s winner).
Therefore I nominate Adam Dustus for the perfect poet award.
And now, the poetry you showed up for: (about time, huh? blah blah blah blah…)
What madness has claimed our Goddess
That she would bestow such Power
Unto this brittle, mortal soul
Power to create life from soil
To extract color from blackness
To Make over our precious Earth
With a rainbow of cosmetics
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In the spring I am not human
The Goddess makes me something more
In my garden she blesses me
For that short time we are equals
