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April is poetry month. Poems arrive daily on my computer from Knopf
Poem-a-Day. Poetry readings and panel
discussions proliferate.
I am blinded by a burst of candle lights
on the cake of the greatest Poet of them all---Shakespeare, whose birthday and
brilliance is celebrated this month.
Alas, there is no shower from
within. I have hit a dry patch and
struggle like the cherry blossoms to open to the warmth of any creative
urge. All is dormant.
But, I am hopeful. Maybe with the warming days, my creative
juices will begin to flow. Poems will
spurt from my throat, my pen, my fingertips---brilliant and well crafted…maybe
even a rhyme or two. They will float
from my mind to seed and sprout around me…an array of colorful flowers. I will
bloom again. Until then, I soak in the shower of poems that abound, now that
April is here.
Note: The Folger Library celebrates
Shakespeare's birthday on April 23rd with an open house, many festive, fun
activities and a front lawn cutting of a birthday cake…check their website.
Also the Library of Congress is offering many poetry events at: http://www.loc.gov/poetry/events/#apr11
Damn those writer blocks! I've found it best to walk away and return when the inspiration returns. And it will!
ReplyDeleteThe waiting has inspired a poem..
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Tightly wound
Firmly wrapped
Life within
biding...
Slowly beating pulse
waiting...
waiting...
for sun's passionate breath.
Claire Hasselbeck
Well written, Ms. H. :-)
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