Today marks the third day of National Poetry Writing Month.
An invitation has been extended to poets to ‘stop and smell the roses’. To celebrate and practice their craft by writing a poem a day for the whole month. There will be prompts (for instance today’s prompts from NaPoWriMo is to ‘write a poem based on a non-Greco-Roman myth’) and poetry writers have been asked to submit their sites and blogs if they wish to participate.
I’m giving it a go (?!%|>**) and so for the next month I will be posting a poem a day here at Wonder.Meant.
Inspired so much by my students and all their wonder-full thoughts, reflections and questions, I have reached out this morning to investigate other minds and their thoughts on poetry. I found this quote on my search and thought I’d share:
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. Salvatore Quasimodo.
This idea excited me. Not just when it comes to poetry but the sharing of any story or feeling. For in the disclosure of thoughts and feelings most often interior (and so often thought to be strange, different and alienating to others), we can offer a sense of connection to other. We are all different, this is true, however more often than not our ‘life themes’ are the same. To write about something which is deeply felt and true to the trials, tribulations and joys of ones own personal life in such a way that sees the reader within it, is, in my mind, skillful writing indeed.
It’s a process
this building of oneself into the person
At what point did we decide to live life around the edges of ourselves?
A return to the place
Shall we unfold together?
Split apart at the seams we have so finitely sewn about our skin
buttoning up lips and
Innards for outwards
and revel in our own naked colors?
is not a sermon.