A few days ago, while John and I were on vacation, I decided we had to go back to Pennabilli, a lovely town in the Romagna area where we had spent a lovely afternoon the week earlier, and write right close to the place where the ashes of Tonino Guerra, poet and screenplay writer, rest. It is a spectacularly beautiful place. In his garden, overlooking one of the most beautiful valleys I have ever seen, I wrote 10 poems in a little more than an hour. That place was totally inspiring.
In the past two days I wrote 8 poems and edited one. This made me realize that I can possibly write every day. Even perhaps just a poem a day. I guess this will be a year's goal for me, now. I am starting today.