Photo by Mary Bach: Merchant Seafarers’ War Memorial (back side), Cardiff
Where are we?
Blinded and betrayed by time
Endless skies press down
with the weight of water
Sanded and salted
preserved, we thought
Like a pearl of great price
I am lamented but unfound
scattered, until my ribs
no longer know each other
“Heaven deliver us, what’s a poet? Something that can’t go to bed without making a song about it.” ― Dorothy L. Sayers
Today begins National Poetry Month, no fooling! It was started by the Academy of American Poets to help increase awareness of poetry in our very prosaic existence. Here is a link to thirty ways to celebrate poetry.
Another way to celebrate (if you like celebrations with lots of agony (no, not 50 shades of agony)) is to try writing a poem a day for the month of April. If you’re interested have a peek here: http://www.napowrimo.net/
And if you write a poem a day anyway, just because you are that creative and disciplined, you probably aren’t wasting time reading something like this; and by the way, I sort of hate you. Well, not really, not hate – I guess it’s more like envy. And that’s still not good, I know, but I”m working on it.
I’m going to do the NaPoWriMo poem a day challenge on another blog I have that’s not on WordPress. I’m feeling a bit panicked, because I haven’t been writing ahead with a week or two worth of poems on in reserve. In fact I haven’t even written today’s #1 poem yet. *gulp* But I will in a few minutes. If you’re interested you can have a peek here: http://writinginthebachs.blogspot.com/
And just because I can’t really talk about National Poetry Month without having a poem in the post I’ll include one that I wrote awhile back and still sort of like:
coral, shells, stones and bones
littered across memory’s beach.
air feeds fire.
We stir the cauldron and reflect.
Bury your treasure deep –
golden moments silvery seconds
no matter the lock
they will not keep.