I know you know today is the day poets become visible and media spend time and words about them and their work. One single day - and isn't it strange how people make such a fuss around other "days" and then simply forget how much a drop of poetry could do for our heart and soul?
I am not a poet myself - never wrote a verse, even when I was in this pinky teenager mood. But I'm still convinced a haiku is somewhere waiting for me. Stop now. I'll give you some pics to use for your own poetical inspiration. The one I love the best is the timid look of my mighy rhubarb.