Spring is here.

At last.

This winter wasn’t really all that bad, but I have still been itching for spring.  Itching.  Just really wanted to get here already.  There’s snow in the forecast next week, but that’s to be expected.  It’s March in the north east, after all.   Spring is here.

And because that’s true, my mind is already racing ahead to April, to soon-coming April and its poetry challenge.  Since 2009 I’ve spent my Aprils the same way: choose a form poem and spend the month writing a poem a day in that form.  I always start off thinking it will be fun, like a game.  I always end up tired and frustrated because I keep running headlong into the wall of how much I don’t know about writing poetry.  But I wrote anyway.  I was derailed by my surgery last year, but wrote as many as I could.

There’s still the entire world that I don’t know about writing poetry, but I’m going to write … and I’m going to try to keep from condemning myself for not being A Poet, and from worrying about whether or not anyone who actually can write poetry would consider me a poet.  I’m just going to write.  And folks who look for high quality poetry can find it elsewhere.  There are plenty of options.  Here, it’s going to be me and my all my happy little accidents.*

But what to write this year?  Looking back at my past choices …

And for 2014?  Part of me wants to stick with my aruns.  Oh yes, mine.  It seems true at this point that this is a form poem that I have invented.  I still don’t understand how it can really be as easy as all that, but there it is.  With the help of the handful of folks who voted, the name “arun” was chosen, and that was that.  I didn’t complete my month last year, so it seems right to go back to the form.

Writing with Naima a couple of months ago, I wrote a new one:

Heart
frozen
unthawing.
This time, this time
would be different.
Was.
Wasn’t.
Still ended,
still crashed and burned.
Her heart not enough.
His
fickle,
distracted,
uneven love,
slipped through her fingers.

It still feels familiar, like a space I want to keep exploring.  April, here we come!

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You can find all of today’s slices at Two Writing Teachers!

SOL image 2014

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* Bob Ross, anyone? There are no mistakes, just happy accidents?  Anyone? Bueller?

**tanka syllable count: 5/7/5/7/7
rhyme royal rhyming pattern: a/b/a/b/b/c/c
nove otto pattern: nine eight-syllable lines with a rhyme scheme of a/a/c/b/b/c/d/d/c
zeno pattern: syllable count of 8/4/2/1/4/2/1/4/2/1 and rhyme scheme of a/b/c/d/e/f/d/g/h/d
arun syllable count: 1/2/3/4/5 – 1/2/3/4/5 – 1/2/3/4/5

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9 thoughts on “Spring is here.

    1. I hope you’re writing poems! I’ve had a rocky start, but every April starts kind of rocky for me. I let my poetry machine get rusty the other 11 months of the year!

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