Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

My poet friend Joanna is celebrating National Poetry Month by writing a poem every day in April. I am definitely not doing that. However, the other day, Joanna wrote a really cool pantoum based on lines from postcards people have sent her over the years. I wanted to try it, too. I have a sizeable collection of postcards. The ones with the nicest fronts are adorning my cubicle at work. The others have been languishing for years in an envelope in my closet-- until today.
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Beautiful. Everything is beautiful.
Much nicer than I could ever afford.
We've had glorious weather.
Tired, but on to Minneapolis today.

Much nicer than I could ever afford,
just like in the movies.
Tired, but on to Minneapolis today
despite a little problem with my visa.

Just like in the movies:
the subzero windchill on this hostile, lifeless ridge.
Despite a little problem with my visa,
this castle was totally obliterated.

The subzero windchill on this hostile, lifeless ridge:
this is why the GRE scares me.
This castle was totally obliterated;
thought you might like a picture of the Queen.

It's a great time!
We've had glorious weather.
This is my castle - I bought it on a whim.
Beautiful. Everything is beautiful.

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If you've sent me a postcard any time in the last 16 years, thanks for the inspiration! Do you recognize your lines?