“Today is the first day of August. It is hot, steamy, and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled “Rain” pour in from across the nation. – Sylvia Plath
It’s kind of discouraging that we all might have the same inspiration at the same time. Hopefully some poems still get published regardless. I have written poems about my childhood, the snow, and my dog. Hopefully some have a ring of originality. I hope…I hope….