Watching Grease, Eating Cake

...and Monster Cookie Ice Cream! which Daniel was nice enough to get for me even though he doesn't like peanut butter...(it's delicious, go Blue Bunny go!)

So, question: how many high schools have Actually set up a carnival for graduation? how expensive!!

oh my, 'Aunt Irma' must be on her way, cause the end of Grease is threatening to make me cry...THANK GOODNESS THEY GOT TOGETHER! ;)

So, here is something fun: http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/197
It's a collection of descriptions of poetic forms. Today I learned about the "Bop," tried to write one, and now I realize that I messed it up, but here's what it's supposed to be:
A 3-stanza poem, with the stanzas including 6, 8, and 6 lines, and each stanza followed by a repeating line. (my mistake was to include the repeating line in the 6-8-6 count). The first stanza should state a problem, the second be an exploration of the problem, and the 3rd either a resolution or an explanation of why the problem cannot/has not reached resolution. So, here is my almost-but-totally-not-a-Bop poem (it's about how hard it is to 'settle down' to write...to allow myself to devote more than, say, 5 minutes, to writing. Shouldn't be a problem, but it is somehow) :

Only halting time
Can hush the music of Moving Forward--
Else clocks must chime
Each cricket chirp,
My caffeinated heart beat madly. Yes

I'm caught up in the drive, and driven

To precipice and impotence,
To fervent prayers for peacefulness,
The mastery of my own [quiet] mind,
And one good word.
You see, at night, each Tick...Tock...
Pulls me back to tossing, turning,
And in the morning, urging, screaming, "Go!" Because

I'm caught up in the drive, and driven

To constant conscience-guilt.
Yet Rest lives somewhere, and is Good. He whispers
"Drop your burdens and abandon Time,
Write long for both our pleasure."

Some days I try to listen, but

I'm caught up in the drive, and driven.