It is the first day in April.
No. I am not going to write about April Fool’s Day. My buddy Dusty Humphrey wrote a great blog about the stupid day. I’m going to write about April is Poetry Month.
I guess I can imagine why April is considered poetry month: it’s Spring and everything is blossoming and blooming! The air is fresh and clean, birds are chirping, and the snow and frost are finally melting. We are beginning to see the bright sunshine in the bluest of skies, and bunnies are hopping all over!
Lovely, isn’t it?
Well, I am just guessing the reason why “the powers that be” decided upon April as National Poetry Month, but I don’t care! I love poetry! My favorite poet is Robert Frost. His poems are simple and resonate with me. When I was younger, I saw the movie “The Outsiders” and when I heard Stevie Wonder’s harmonica accompaniment with Frost’s “Nothing Gold Can Stay” I was mesmerized! The music and the words filled me with so much emotion that I can still hear it right now.
Another poem that comes alive for me is William Carlos Williams’ “This is Just to Say.” When I read the poem, I am transported back to my childhood home, in the middle of summer (in Tucson a blazing temperature of 115 can fry your brains if you’re outside too long), opening the 1970s brown-colored refrigerator to see frosted plums sitting in a glass bowl. I remember taking that cold, dark-colored plum and biting into its juicy meat until I reach the pit. The juice running down, I had to quickly get a paper towel before my mother could see the mess around my mouth and on the floor! I remember feasting on plums during our annual fishing trips too. They were the highlight of the trip for me; not only were they delicious, cold, and sweet (as Williams writes), but I could grip the plum between my teeth and pretend I had a big purple bubble protruding from my mouth before my mother would say “Stop playing with your food and eat it!” Isn’t it fun to have one short poem send me back to recall so many memories?
That is the power of poetry! That is what I love about it! The many words in the combination of a theme provoke emotion, memory, feelings, thoughts, and it inspires a person to read or write more poetry. And, that’s where I am at. I have homework for my doctoral studies, and I have papers to grade. However, I am a writer and lover of poetry too. Therefore, I am committed to writing a poem a day this month. By the end, I should have enough poems for another book. But, that’s not the purpose of my “poem-a-day” activity; my intention to keep in mind I am a poet first. I am a lover of poetry, and I am going to celebrate this month because it’s my month!
I am going to end this blog with a poem if you don’t mind:
Mas Palabras necesitan ser habladas
Somos Una Raza Quebrada de personas
llorando y cazando por el Amor y la Vida.
Donde Estan tus Palabras?
Estan perdidos en tu boca o pegados en tu lengua?
No hay palabras no Vida.
No hay Vida, no mas Palabras.
If you want to know what I wrote and need a translation, then the poem is correct!
Happy National Poetry Month!