National Poetry Month
I haven’t posted in a while but I haven’t forgotten. I decided that my blog needed a new focus. Something to help direct me and keep me writing.
I was thinking about it and I realized that there are a lot of weird observances out there–one for almost every day of the year. I’ve written about this before in older posts. I thought it would be a fun experiment to try to observe as many of these as I can and write about it here on my blog. To my readers (the 4-5 of you–loyal and appreciated), please comment with any ideas of days, months or week observances you think I should try to honor. I will also use my twitter account to document this as well.
April is National Poetry Month, so in honor of this month I have composed this poem about poetry.
Whether a words smith or a Wordsworth
Their craft defines each age
Their rhyme schemes riddle
And children giggle at
Alliteration, meter, and onomatopoeia
The tools that earn much praise
We all adore
Oh, let me count the ways
Like Frost on a snowy evening
No two are quite the same
Even Yeats and Keats
Who will never repeat
Have different sounding names
From a narrow fellow in the grass
To a Whitman counting each blade
Shakespeare to Angelou
Shelly to Langston Hughes
They are masters of their trade.
If you can recite Kipling
Familiarize yourself with ancient lore
Know why the cage bird sings
Of cabbages—and kings
Then be a metrophobe nevermore.