Many of you know that April is National Poetry Month. It’s a ‘newbie’ month, at only 18 years old.
Everywhere I turn there’s a ‘challenge’ of some kind: Poem A Day, NaPoWriMo, Poetic Form Challenge…okay, I’ll stop now.
There’s even a Poem in a Pocket Day on April 24th.
This one looks like a lot of fun and a good way for the single men to meet women and single women to meet men (Poem in a Purse?).
I’m such a newbie poet that I can’t (don’t) want the PAD or NPWM tests.
But, what I am challenging myself to do is one or two poems every Wednesday. I can do that.
Besides writing one of my own poems, I’ll post one that has caught my eye from either a poetry book I own or one I see from the poets I follow. Sometimes I’ll have three poems up.
Also, I’m single, so maybe I can get the nerve to participate in Poem in a Pocket Day. Oh, darn, I just remembered that is the day I fly to Albuquerque, New Mexico for the Gathering of Nations Pow Wow.
Well, men in the airport terminal, on the plane, and at the hotel beware of the poem in my pocket or purse.
So now on to a poem I wrote last month.
Pierced Heart
We hold on,
fill our heart with stuff,
pack and stack every hurtful
incident, innuendo,
pain never erased,
never forgiven,
only stored
down in the depths
until we escavate
buried un-treasure
for rocks and arrows,
which find their way back
to our heart
Mona AlvaradoFrazier©
My favorite poem, for this week, is from Sabra Bowers of Later, Miss Slater.
She participates in the Sunday Whirl, a challenge which gives 12 words as prompts that a poet turns into a poem.
Honeysuckle
she leaves honeysuckle to weave
its tangles around forsythia branches
knowing the fragrance soothes her southern soulwith scented memories of a long-ago girl
who pulled wild honeysuckle blooms
and sucked their sweetness
Sabra’s poem is lovely. Take a look at her other Sunday Whirl poems. I wonder if I can call my Wednesday posts, Wednesday Whirls? POW’s? (Poems on Wednesdays)…okay, I’ll stop now.
