(Not Quite) Sunday's Poetry

I've been flipping through poems for the past half an hour, and even though I've got a list of page numbers written down of ones I'd like to share with you, nothing feels just right tonight. I think that's because I've got a poem of my own brewing about a sunrise the color of those tulip centers up there. Currently it's just a lot of word pictures scribbled down in makeshift stanzas in my journal. There's still a lot of shifting and polishing that needs to be done before I feel ready to share it here. Have I ever told you that revising is my favorite part of the writing process? It is. I love having all the content down on the page and going back to play with what's there, shifting it and rearranging it, and figuring out how it all fits together into a poem. So anyway, it's my own poetry that I wanted to be here tonight. Not quite, but soon...I hope.