A poem-a-day for National Poetry Month

The Poems

And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

~From “Poetry,” by Pablo Neruda

 

Beginning April 1st, 2011, look to this page for daily posts. Each post will include an optional inspiration for your poem. This is where you’ll check in by either posting your poem, posting a link to your poem, or posting a note that says, “I’ve written something!” You’ll also be able to read other participants’ poems, cheer them on, and get feedback on your own pieces if you like.

 


2 responses

  1. Bill Noble

    A pre-April effort. My love just emailed me, frenzied in the midst of an overloaded workday, that she didn’t have time to listen to the song I’d just sent her. So I sent her this in response:

    For a Song Not Yet Heard

    The music
    will be there,
    waiting,
    always.

    That’s music,
    though it’s just
    a trembling
    in the air.

    That’s love, too,
    my love,
    as it waits on us,
    trembling.

    March 23, 2011 at 12:26 pm

    • Oh, delight! But now you’re making us all look bad! I can’t even -think- about poetry yet if I’m hoping to pen 30 poems next month! Eeks!

      March 28, 2011 at 11:21 am

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