April is #NPM18 - National Poetry Month.
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it. - Gustave Flaubert
Also celebrating today with Ruth Ayres and others who share.
Of interest: See the page on the bar above for the Progressive Poem's schedule of poets, hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. It's my turn to share a line today. You can find me HERE!
And, see what many are doing for Poetry Month, by looking HERE at Jama Rattigan's post at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
My goal for Poetry Month: A haiku diary that may include other forms related to haiku, like haibun, haiga. monoku or renga. I have enjoyed studying about and writing in these forms in past Aprils and alongside other's who've given a challenge in this form. And, I look forward to seeing what parts of this month I will choose to collect in a diary. My first poem speaks of why I am handwriting the poems.
April’s garden,
growing poems
on lined pages
Linda Baie
links:
Poem Five
Poem Six There's a giveaway on this post!
Celebrating poetry immersion, writing and reading. Since April 1st, I've written seven poems for my own challenge, six poems for Renee La Tulippe's challenge, A Community Collection, and the Progressive Poem line. Whew! I am a little overwhelmed, not only from the writing but from the marvelous creativity of those others who are also writing, not always every day, but sharing their own and other's beautiful poetry. They give me pause, to try hard to see what the poem does: does to me and does with words.
It's a week to celebrate, will continue to be all through April, a favorite month of my year.
Here is Day Seven:
Poem Six There's a giveaway on this post!
Celebrating poetry immersion, writing and reading. Since April 1st, I've written seven poems for my own challenge, six poems for Renee La Tulippe's challenge, A Community Collection, and the Progressive Poem line. Whew! I am a little overwhelmed, not only from the writing but from the marvelous creativity of those others who are also writing, not always every day, but sharing their own and other's beautiful poetry. They give me pause, to try hard to see what the poem does: does to me and does with words.
It's a week to celebrate, will continue to be all through April, a favorite month of my year.
Here is Day Seven:
