We are living in a great age for poetry.
~ Anne Eliot
pril is National Poetry Month. I’ve already begun to celebrate it by composing a new song. It doesn’t match the spring colours, or warm spring days at all. Forbidden love, angst, and large doses of frustration. And of course, minor chords.
You already know some of my favorite poets. Another one I enjoy reading is T.C. Samford. His poems appear in different literary publications, including a chapbook of original poetry, Crossing the Border, written with poetry buddy Peter McEwen, and which he very kindly sent me. Tom is one of my more fascinating and prolific pen friends.
Many people, both writer and reader alike, shy away from poetry. Too difficult to pen, too complex to read and understand. There are some self-important poets [and painters, sculptors, etc] who seem to create in order to confound and confuse. But it doesn’t need to be that way.
Art should not be feared.
The point is to play ~ in writing poetry, with words, rhythm, structure, rhyme, imagery. This month, I encourage you to try some poetry play. Share your playtime creations with us in the comments.
Oremus pro invicem,
By the way, the first person who can identify where today’s quote comes from will receive a free copy of Josephine Ross’s Jane Austen’s Guide to Good Manners. Happy Easter and Blessed Passover!!