it's National Poetry Month
Throughout April at my office we take turns being the Poetry Bomber (though this year we are looking for a new title...Poetry Basher? Poetry Spy?).
This week it was my turn to post poetry throughout the sixth floor.

I started by adding star poems to my garland from Christmas which I then hung from the lights over the conference table (K helped - I am too short to reach those lights).

It took a while to write the Yeats A Drinking Song poem on one continuous slip of paper and then wind it into a wine bottle...I did it here too with a bottle of scotch and some Robert Burns.

I put Litany, by Billy Collins in four red photo cards

and added random photos of Bulgarian musicians inside the cards because that's the way I roll.
I drew a long line of Forgetfulness (also Collins) on the wall near my office on green paper.
This is The Difference Between Pepsi and Coke.
This

is a twelve line poem in six little boxes.
This one

is At The Desk.
I posted it at every cubicle...and on the CEO's desk.
We'll be rounding it all off tonight at a star-studded poetry reading uptown.
This week it was my turn to post poetry throughout the sixth floor.

I started by adding star poems to my garland from Christmas which I then hung from the lights over the conference table (K helped - I am too short to reach those lights).

It took a while to write the Yeats A Drinking Song poem on one continuous slip of paper and then wind it into a wine bottle...I did it here too with a bottle of scotch and some Robert Burns.

I put Litany, by Billy Collins in four red photo cards

and added random photos of Bulgarian musicians inside the cards because that's the way I roll.

I drew a long line of Forgetfulness (also Collins) on the wall near my office on green paper.

This is The Difference Between Pepsi and Coke.

This

is a twelve line poem in six little boxes.
This one

is At The Desk.
I posted it at every cubicle...and on the CEO's desk.
We'll be rounding it all off tonight at a star-studded poetry reading uptown.
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"I grow old..... I grow old....
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled."
Poetry Ninja?