So here’s the deal, AMVers. In celebration of National Poetry Month and in conjunction with AMV’s plan to do the same (I’ll try not to step on my co-bloggers toes here; if I do, especially you Wm., sorry in advance), I’m undertaking a month long exploration of Mormon verse. To chase these poets with me (or even to suggest a Mormon poet who deserves some attention, even in the lowly way I can give it on my personal blog), link to Chasing the Long White Cloud’s Mormon Poetry Project where I’ll be highlighting a poet and a poem per day for the month (at least that’s my hope). Yesterday, I took center stage myself with a spring-y haiku (*how narcissistic of you, Tyler*) and today I’ve put the spotlight on Darlene Young.
So come, if you will, spend a few minutes chasing clouds with me. Who knows: we might even find an elephant or two stampeding across the sky.
A Motley Vision 
Everybody should get it out of their system this month because I’m banning poetry once April is over.
Man, you give the poets a little attention and they get all giddy and wild.
Everybody should get it out of their system this month because I’m banning poetry once April is over.
Well, then. I guess we poets should go all union and march on AMV.
Let me hear it: “What do we want?”
Who’s up for the charge?
Maybe then we can get some affirmative poetry action and have equal access everywhere…
This is why I am so anti-Spring. Everybody gets all frisky what with the jokes and the contests and the April Fools stunts. It’s enough to make a benevolent dictator weep. Oh, wait. That’s just my allergies.
the April Fools stunts
Yeah, Th.
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Hey. It’s not my fault you weren’t reading my blog last year.