How many of you know APRIL is Poetry Month? I’m ashamed to admit I didn’t. Writer’s Digest informed me of the fact yesterday morning in my inbox. They also suggested anyone reading the email to write a poem every day for the next 30 days.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I decided to take the month-long challenge. Any opportunity I have to write a poem, ditty, acrostic or verse I jump on it with both feet. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to write poetry. It restores my soul like an extra measure of manna from heaven.
If I showed you my collection, you’d see quite a variety of poems. Some are comical (oh, like that surprises anyone). Quite a few of them reflect my belief in Jesus and the road He and I have traveled for 52 years. The majority of the others I’ve written are the ones I’ve penned after reading an article or heard a sad story. I won’t know the people involved, but their heartache touches a part of my heart and I have to write something down or I’ll burst.
I know not everyone are writers (my one sister almost shakes uncontrollably if asked to put pen to paper), but I believe all of us need an outlet to express ourselves. Mine, of course, is poetry. It’s truly my saving grace.
What’s yours?
nettie
PS: Let me know if you’re going to join me in the poem-a-day challenge!!!
PSS: And, for those of you who are interested, I’m still knocking out pages on my much-anticipated novel. Not to worry!!!
3 comments:
The only poems I write begin with "Roses are Red..." so I will not be joining you. I am growing old waiting to read any of this new novel though!!!!
Hmm. I'm not feeling very poetic at the moment. Ironically, I just got an offer to write a story set in Poetry, Texas. Think God is trying to tell me something? I have a computer filled with old poetry (things I wrote years ago). I think I'll just stick with those and not write anything new right now!
There once was a woman from Kansas.
Who moved out to Denver, achieving high class.
Then R got a notion to leave the mountains for the ocean.
Now she’s stuck with us losers here in Texas.
I'm sorry, that's the worst lymeric I've ever written. But it only took me two minutes!
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