Poetry Is a Bird

Poetry is a bird.
Prose is....a potato.

So said Billy Collins, two-time American Poet Laureate, this past weekend at a conference I attended in Nashville.

It has made me rethink my whole blog.

I have had poetry on the blog,
and I have had birds on the blog.

But I've also had a whole lot of potatoes on the blog.

So here is word of gratitude to you loyal potato eaters (my least favorite Van Gogh, by the way....) Thank you for reading my prose-filled blog entries!

And to relieve you of the boredom of eating potatoes, here is a poem I came across, written by yours truly in fifth grade, I believe. I also wrote music to go with it, but I don't know how to put that on here just now. (With the music it comes aross more rhythmically than it does on its own.)

Look into my eyes,
And you will have a surprise,
Because I wear false eyelashes.

NB: for the record, I never had false eyelashes. I do remember learning of their existence and thinking them a very strange thing. Thus the little song.