This has been a little more low-key of a National Poetry Month this year, because it’s been a tumultuous month, but I still feel like I’ve done what I intended – sort of clarified my thoughts through a snippet of senryūor or a tumble of images in haiku each day. The times I wonder why I don’t do this more often kick me in the butt… I know I’m not Sonya Sones, so I don’t expect to be able to whip out a novel in blank verse someday, but… every year I’m a little more prodded into trying. This month I even came up with a plot, and read two articles and took some notes. So, maybe someday I’ll at least write a character who is a poet, even if I’m not. Until then,
to the last drop
the tumble of words,
is never still, these waters
diverted, run still.
all in season
dancing in turn, each
steps, confident, into new.
bring on the showers
Thanks for hanging around. Bring on the rest of the year of poetry. Happy May.