April is National Poetry Month
cue the pens, paper, berets and bongos
hipsters and bleeding hearts
inner voices, emotions and a jungle gym
of ways to move the self
through thick and thin
lines of rhyme
I don’t read a lot of poetry.
I started writing on restaurant order pads when I started serving tables at 17
and I’ve shared it in churches, record stores, coffee shops, bars, festivals, conferences, and all across the internet.
If you’ve read or listened, thanks.
Here’s more:
About these poems
I wrote a poem every day in March leading up to April 1,
So now I plan to return to each of the 31 and then publish them.
Some I’ll edit, some I won’t.
Some might come with pictures! (all 31 are handwritten)
I wrote most of them in the early morning as I practice waking up between 5am-6am.
I wanted to write poems in that contemplative time before I started responding to what the world has before me.
Themes of affirmation, nature, breath, serenity, storms, life, death, love, dreams and more.
Hopefully you like them!
I won’t publish every day consecutively, I’ll send them in collections.
Here’s the first one:
3/1/23 AM
blue pen makes the world look a different color
when writing about how we turn to one another
if the ink we use is different but our intention is the same
the notes we pass will ignore the ink and read the color in our veins
If you feel inspired, share a poem of your own!
If you’d value a writing prompt, let me know