poetry

Late to the Poetry Party

National Poetry Month-April 2015
National Poetry Month-April 2015

 

We’re a week into April, designated as National Poetry Month, and I’m late to the party–the poetry party.

Poets, and poets who don’t know it are celebrating with Poem A Day, PAD’ing for a week.

I have no excuses, only a humble poem (excuse) to offer.

 

The words weren’t ready

the feeling wasn’t there

to pick up a pen

and write pretty words

write a bright poem

one for spring,

flowers, bees, and such things

The heart didn’t remember

April had come and

poetry had sprung

but was content to wallow

in the winter doldrums,

hiding words in a hibernating heart

waiting for a reason

to impart.

Here’s a list of poetry party goer’s who I follow and that you may enjoy:

Kelli Russell Agodon – Book of Kells. She’s giving away free poetry books!

Himani B – Tenderheartmusings.

Andrea Beltran – enjoy her list of published poems on her page.

JohnCoyote – Poetry, Story, and Real Life.

Frausto – UP! urban po’E. Tree (s): Poet, Teacher, Librarian.

Paul Lenzi – Poetry and Polemics.

Per Mare – She uses gorgeous photography with her poems.

Jeff Nguyen – Deconstructing Myths: Social Justice is Built One Idea at a Time

Margo Roby: Wordgathering and prompts.

I have not exhausted my list of poets. I add one or two each time I come across a blog post on WP that I enjoy.

Share a poet site, or two, in the comments. The more the merrier.

poetry, Writing

Why I Write

Langston Hughes quote on Journal-VickieHallmark, flickr.com
Journal-VickieHallmark, flickr.com

 

I cannot NOT write.

I write to tell stories about people and issues that matter, 

to me,

with experiences which may be different than your own,

or the same.

I write about the ugly & the beautiful

the abandoned & abused

the loved & unloved

the saved & the unsaved.

I write because I’m fascinated

by the hope and faith broken people

can show

in the middle of their pain

something that pushes them on.

I write because I know that

no hay rosas sin espinas

there are no roses without thorns 

I write to feel, to stay alive, 

to have hope, and because I’m grateful 

Why do you write or create?