And, WHOOSH, thus ends April. I am sneezing and clearing off my desk to be hauled away to a new owner, and will relocate to a kitchen table here, then there, and then to a whole new house, eventually.
And yet, despite the chaotic nature of my days, I know the next time Liz – aka That Demented Shilling Pied Piper Poet – chivvies us Poetry Princesses into writing with her to celebrate National Poetry Month, I know I’ll be there. I can’t not be there, apparently. And, this just reminds me that I ought to attempt poetry much, much more often. I love the form – I love the struggle – and it is a struggle, though haiku is merely a shorter struggle. I am tentatively feeling my way toward the idea that I really enjoy writing poetry. And so. Today’s the last day of the month, and I realized something kind of funny. First, I wasn’t going to do this every day. And then, I decided to “catch up” with the days I missed, and number them nicely like Sara’s done on her blog.
Thirty-four poems later…
While it’s not exactly true that Humanities majors can’t count, I can’t help but laugh at my over-exuberance to write a poem a day for a month with thirty-one days therein. This month, I wrote haiku in emails, in cards to friends, in bits and pieces that didn’t even get posted … but I published thirty-four poems. Today is really gravy. But, what the heck – in for a penny, in for thirty-five pence. Or, you know, maybe a few more.
Written to a friend who is also changing jobs and moving – and trying to weigh the decisions, as we are:
nor all your Piety nor Wit
skywrite an answer,
moving finger!! Having writ,
how hard can it be?just make a decision
O, strobe of lightning
manifest my destiny:
there: decision made.
Composed whilst packing away what’s left of my books after ten boxes and three suitcases full of donations. Yes. I have a book problem. No, I will not see someone for it…
dusty, but loved
paperback writer:
in every box wedge thick tomes
the tale of a life
On building a flat-packed box in the living room and finding it is too wide/large to go through the doorway:
O rlly?
And then, there are times
When I doubt our common sense:
Man tops the food chain?
And finally today’s offering:
head-turner
Occasionally
even the Muse shows off
my keyboard spills words
Thanks for dropping by – it’s been an amazing month of poetry, and hopefully I’ll remember how I’ve entertained myself, and keep writing. Hope you do, too.
Now, back to the packing mess!
Thank you, Tanita. Yes, DECISION MADE. I am in that mode where I just have to make them and keep moving forward. It’s kind of freeing.
“O rlly?” made me laugh. Ah, packing…it makes even the strong amongst us weak-headed.
Maybe you have the haiku habit now….like an infestation of brownies, they aren’t going to go away at the end of the month. Beware. 🙂