Poetry Project, V 9.0, Day 1

Wow - ok, so it's been about a year since I have posted on here.  And wow, what a great year it's been.  I should really get on here and write more, in general, and do you know what?  There's very little way better to get back into it than to start with the poetry project.

What is the poetry project, you wonder?  I am so glad you asked!!  It's simple, really: April is National Poetry Month, and so, nine years ago, I started a challenge to myself to write a brand new poem each and every day of April.  I skip some days, and have to do the occasional two-fer, and some years, events conspire against me and occupy my time and I don't finish.  It sounds easy, right?  Not so much.  But wait - there's more!!!  See, YOU - yes you - are all invited to join me.  Write your own stuff.  Share it with me (or don't) and if you like, I'll share it with the rest of my readers (whomever they might actually be) if you so desire.  There's no pressure whatsoever - because poetry shouldn't be about forcing anything.  It's an invitation to participate, and nothing more.  BUT - it's a really cool invitation.

Some of my poetry is bad.  Some of it is REALLY bad.  Occasionally, I even hit on a good one.  I really like those moments - they're fun.  I think in the climate in which we find ourselves today, it's more important than ever to explore creative writing, to teach ourselves and each other, and to express oneself meaningfully.  Or, if you're me, you TRY and get to "meaningful expression."  I like to think I'm making progress.

Anyway, here we go!  The following came about from a conversation I had recently involving, of all things, the wind.


New Wind

this morning brought a new wind,
with a fresh-smell and a clean-smell,
without worry or weight,
not like the old wind that left.

that was stale and tired,
its freshness gone,
dirty, known, offering nothing to explore,
sapping energy from wherever it could.

this was excitement,
life and adventure,
an exploring wind
that hunted the now for the sake of hunting it,
never quite catching up, nor falling behind,
but snapping at the heels of the moment.
and, wrapping me in its gossamer arms,
became my winged chariot,
carrying me on to tomorrow.



So, there we are, day one in the books.  And, as it happens to be Easter - may the grace and peace of the Risen Christ be with you and yours today and throughout this Easter season.

Thanks for reading,

Me