april is national poetry month

April is National Poetry Month in both Canada and the United States.

It's the 25th year it's been celebrated in Canada -- and this year the theme is "Joy" -- while in the US it's their 27th year.

This year i will attempt to write a poem each day of National Poetry Month, but will be experimenting with erasure poetry. 

My initial idea was to either use the Psalms or pages from Thomas Costain's The Three Edwards. Alternatively, you may be interested in submitting a page (or two) from your favourite book or books for me to use.

Or, perhaps you'd consider submitting a favourite artwork for me to try my hand at some ekphrastic poetry.

Either way, as reader and/or writer, I hope you'll join me for a daily exploration this April!

 

the rest of february’s micropoetry part two

Day twentyone

Poem for all the regrets. Bury them if you can. They return in other forms. 

Day twentytwo

Poem for those moments it felt we were one. There’s no such thing as “too close to the sun.”

Day twentythree

Poem for all the wanderers. Poem for all the strategists. Poem for the blisters. 

Day twentyfour

Poem for your favourite mixtape, playlist, collection. How you are captured. All the feelings. 

Day twentyfive 

Poem for all your beautiful edges. Poem for all your dangerous edges. Poem for all your beautiful edges. Poem for all your dangerous edges. 

Day twentysix 

Poem for the ones who do all the talking. So many words. So much waiting. 

Day twentyseven

Poem for the one whose head is heavy with words, ideas, crowns. Whichever. You are not required to respond to every voice. 

Day twentyeight 

Poem for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. 

the rest of february’s micropoetry part one

Day fifteen

Poem for that summer we went fishing. Whether the lake was still or not.

Day sixteen 

Poem for rebuilding a life. For rekindling hope. For making a new poem.

Day seventeen 

Poem for the one who collects tears in lacrymatories. Not a competition. 

Day eighteen

Poem for bare walls and empty chairs. Fill them with something good. Let there be the sound of laughter. Share a meal with the one who has become a stranger. 

Day nineteen 

Poem for the moment. Waiting. Everything thick and heavy. Clouds waiting to burst. 

Day twenty

Poem for the moment you wiped away the tears. Pain as a baptism. Welcome.