April – National Poetry Month

April – National Poetry Month

Today National Poetry Month officially begins and I invite you to celebrate it with me! Now before you roll your eyes and say, “Gah! I picked poems apart in Mrs. Stepro’s or Mr. Spraw’s classes and I still don’t get poetry.” I promise there will be no counting of meter, or quiz on sonnet structure. What I do promise for the next 30 days is some interesting, diverse poetry from thirty different voices. You’re bound to get at least one of them.

Choosing my guest poets was easy. Choosing their poems was a challenge. I went through three packets of sticky tabs marking books until I whittled them down, asked the poets their opinions, and finally decided. Rereading these fine books was an inspiration for me not only as a writer, but as a person.

I’ll start the month off with two poems of my own. One is the first poem I ever wrote. It was the summer between 4th and 5th grade and I always use this as a tribute to National Poetry Month, because we all have to start somewhere.

Little Bunnies

Bunnies are so very little, they are also very brittle.

So when you pick one up, be sure your hands are in a cup.

And don’t pick one up too often, or you’ll be putting it in a coffin.

This second is from my collection, In the Garden of Life and Death ~ A Mother and Daughter Walk, published by Main Street Rag.

Finlay Park

We leave doctors, nurses and navigate

city streets of Columbia to Finlay Park,

seek relief from monotony of clinic days

and release energy for a long ride home.

 

Our lunches eaten on porch swings that rim

the upper level, we stir up soft breezes

in the slow back and forth. A waterfalls’ gurgle

splashing over rocks is music washing away fatigue.

 

The play equipment lures my three on this school day

when no one else is around and they have carte blanche

over swings and roller slides. We follow winding paths,

descend into the hollow carved below noise and fumes.

 

The air is cooler, lighter, we breathe easier. We whisper

messages across the playground through hidden tubes.

Zachary, Gabrielle and Nicholas race

from structure to structure, the rubber padding thuds

 

with each footfall as adventures of pirates and police

play out. They laugh and tease. I don’t watch the clock.

Until Gabrielle’s hat flies off and her baldness shines

in the sun, I can forget why we’re here.

 

In addition to poems, I asked each poet a couple of questions:

  1. How old were you when you wrote your first poem? What was the topic?
  2. If you could sip a cup of coffee, raise a glass of wine or a glass of Guinness with any poet, living or deceased, whom would it be?

Their answers were as interesting and diverse as their poetry. I hope you’ll enjoy the next 30 days of reading as much as I’ve enjoyed the past 30 days quilting together these beautiful, colorful voices.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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6 Responses to April – National Poetry Month

  1. Thank you, Kim, for sharing your inspiring writing through your poetry and through your blog! I look forward to this month of poetry with you!

  2. I have enjoyed each day’s post during the past week, and look forward to reading the other poems you have lined up us!

    • Hi Martha,
      Thank you! One of the best things about this quilting project is that it doesn’t fade out at the end! There are strong poets with great work all month long. It was a fun project to work on, and energizing in so many ways. I’m glad you’re enjoying the posts as much as I’ve enjoyed posting them.
      ~Kim

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