April was National Poetry Writing Month. I threw my hat in the ring. I wrote thirty poems. Most are not fit for human consumption. Not because they are particularly bad (although they are pretty bad) but because they come from places that I don’t like to or have been forced to explore at this particular time.
If one were to contrast this year’s to last year’s one would find a distinct line of demarcation in content & meaning. I released a few into the wild on my blog last year. This year, not so much. Last year I was in protecting mode, uplifting mode, I had hope. This year’s NaPoWriMo was more about survival & revelation. Things that I don’t deem fit for human consumption and, unlike the Vogon’s from, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” I will not subject you, Gentle Reader, to them. With very few exceptions, these words are all mine and they are better off locked away where they are.
I’ll be curious to see what other people’s experiences have been concerning this year’s event. For this I’ll turn to others writers I know, bloggers, and – of course, the poets on Twitter. National Poetry Writing Month, is an interesting experience and I highly recommend it to anyone who would like to give it a whirl. I recommend writing to anyone who can hold a pen and poetry as well. You don’t have to wait until next April until you write a poem. Find a pen and some paper and have at it! However, be warned, poetry is dangerous and it can take you places that you may not be ready to go. To do so or not is up to you, Gentle Reader. I, for one, believe that it is worth the ride – even with the potholes and lack of pavement from time to time.
Enjoy the ride.