“To write about poetry is to believe that there are answers to some of the questions poets ask of their art, or at least that there are reasons for writing it,” Michael Weigers, editor of the anthology One Art: Poems about Poetry.
While others are busy creating an arsenal of April Fool’s Day jokes on unsuspecting, clueless victims, I am focused on what April 1st means to me and many other writers and poetry enthusiasts. Today marks the beginning of National Poetry Month. And just as I did last year, each day of this month I will write a new poem. Some of them I will post here and some will, fittingly, be condemned to the poetry graveyard. However, before I commence to sharing my uncensored, unedited and unfettered poetic lines with my cyberfriends allow me the opportunity to pay proper reverence to the art form.
Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.