… because if it weren’t, I wouldn’t be writing about the Academy of American Poets’ challenge to write a poem a day for the month of April. Yes, because not only would I be remembering that I barely survived the post-a-day challenge of March, I would be remembering that I’m not a poet. I would be remembering that even posting 30 poems by other people got to be a bit of a chore last year. And still …
It’s National Poetry Month. Last week I was thinking I was too beat to post a poem a day, or maybe that I’d do the whole month on one poet — all Berryman all the time, maybe. Then last night I finally clicked on the link that’s been flashing in my email for days and read about this challenge for April. Yes, that’s right: I’m too exhausted to copy and paste my favorite poetry all month long but I — a woman who is so absolutely not a poet — am going to write. a. poem. every day for thirty days? Am I serious? Maybe I am.
So … Anyone feel like joining me on this odyssey? Anyone feel like sponsoring my craziness? I imagine that pledgers will be on the hook for ten (non-consecutive) days of poetry at most. Ten would, in truth, be amazing. The poetry itself will, of course, be poor. My usual heavy-handed, swollen-heart emoting and such like. Sounds like fun, right?
Let’s get started. I’m still trying to find my way into the Tanka. I’m not sure why, but I feel this form is a good one for me, more room than the haiku, but not too much room …
Tanka for One
I am missing love,
wanting that internal sigh.
I’m walking alone,
holding my breath in the dark,
my heart both closed and open.
Want to see how it’s done when it’s done right? The unfathomably gorgeous and talented Sister Nikki has a new book out. I was browsing it at the bookstore last week and will definitely be picking it up this weekend.