Just a quick comment.  Yesterday,  my daughter and I went to the hardware store to select paint for her room.  She picked a very light sky blue.   If you’ve read my poetry, you know I wrote a poem based on a dream called “Painting her Room.”  The basis of this poem was my daughter going away to college and I was repainting.   In the verse, we painted her room with this very color but not wanting to paint because I didn’t want her to grow. Or perhaps it was more, I didn’t want her to grow up.  But she has grown to a beautiful young adult.  A caring adult.   This month, she’ll register with UNM for her freshman year.  So, I ask,  does poetry reflect life or life reflect poetry?   What do you think?



Stopping a moment to smell the Air!