Today's offering is an homage to my father, who plants his garden every year. He loves it. This year, for the first time ever, I am planting my own garden. It's been a very cathartic experience, and thus far, I've loved it. Maybe I finally understand this aspect of my father. It's pretty neat.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
National Poetry Month, V.7.0, Day 30
Well, once again, I have survived the month of April. Thanks for reading along this year's journey. I know it's difficult for many people to "get" poetry, so thanks for indulging me! I hope you've enjoyed this year's offerings as much as I've enjoyed writing them. Some, I think, were pretty good - and others......well, there's a reason it's difficult to make money writing poems!!! That has always been true - and it's why I don't quite my day job! The unique challenge in this yearly endeavor is not just writing something every day for 30 days - it's exploring the many different angles of life - from the mundane to the sublime. It's exploring the spirit of the writer, and in some small way, communicating that spirit to others through the written word. Yes, prose can do that, too, but not in quite the same way. Poetry - unless you're talking the epic stuff like Beowulf, the Iliad, etc - is about taking the reader along for the ride, usually quickly, and bringing them back again, hopefully changed for the better. Maybe I've managed to do that this year, but whether I have or not, I know it's changed me, and maybe that's the seldom-heard part: it's the poet who, in trying to change others and say something important, ends up the most changed.
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