Until this morning, I had forgotten that April was National Poetry Month. However, thanks to a tweet I spotted when I turned on my computer first thing, I was suddenly reminded of how much I used to enjoy participating in 30-day April poetry challenges. They were great, creative, fun . . . I always signed up to take part. Then came 2020 and I got a little, uh, distracted. I didn't even think of poetry, not once.
However, today when I read a tweet from author, poet, and memoirist Diana Raab (@dianaraab, dianaraab.com) suggesting the idea of starting a poem with the words "I don't know" it all came back to me. I wanted to write a poem. I HAD TO WRITE A POEM! It was a dark and rainy day, I had a fresh cup of tea, and more than anything else, I felt as if I sure didn't know very much, hence a poem to find out more:
2021
I do not know why things
are falling apart
faster than a cheap pair of shoes,
or why I no longer want to write,
or why I wake up feeling sick in
the middle of the night.
I guess it turns out I'm tired
(so little sleep!)
and falling apart myself.
Somehow, I think, I must sew the pieces back,
to stitch and try to resurrect, like Isis,
the scattered parts of a body
that has to carry me forward still.
Just breathe, I tell myself,
just breathe and carry on.
One day we will fall together again,
pieces of a puzzle,
meteors from the sky,
ash that falls like snow.
* * *
And that's my poem for today. I think I've re-inspired myself enough to not only work on my WIP (don't worry, I still want to write) but also to get back into the poetry habit on a more regular basis. I didn't realize until today how much I've missed it. Although the month is nearly over, there's the entire rest of the year to fill a journal or two. With gel pens!
Tip of the Day: Create your own poetry challenge for any time of the year. Find a theme that fits a particular month or season (summer, weddings, family reunions, autumn leaves) and make a list of 30-31 prompts to help you start each daily session. Collecting magazine cut-outs can be an excellent resource for interesting and unusual ideas. Explore, experiment, and keep in mind there's no such thing as "the right way" to write a poem. Enjoy the journey. Let me know how it goes.
2 comments:
She Needs to Give Us a List
I do not know why I wanted to buy something my husband's mother might like?
My Mom has been gone for 10 years this year.
I do not know why sizing of clothes never adds up.
Nothing from any country fits the same.
I bought another robe for my husband's mother.
One was too big.
Will the second be too small?
Why did I try to please my husband's mother?
When Bob and I first started dating,
He asked me, "make a list of things you think I need? Please?"
I did.
He gave the list to his mother.
She bought everything on the list.
This is why I tried to please her.
She was generous when I barely knew her.
She gave everything her son asked for to him one Christmas.
We never gave her a list again.
We were afraid she would give us everything on the list.
I wish she gave us a list.
Thank you so much, Charlotte. It is wonderful of you to leave a poem, I love it. I hope you continue writing!
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