As April is National Poetry Month and I have been reading a lot of poetry recently, I decided that starting today every Wednesday will be given over to poetry; sometimes well established poets and sometimes, as with today’s poem, a new name on the poetry scene. I hope you will enjoy reading these poems as much I am enjoying finding them.
Maybe I’m just not in the mood…
I can feel the golden warmth awakening my paper.
Everything is so right,
it’s a cool spring night,
the city is so alive,
my poetic mind should awaken and come to life,
then why don’t I want to write?
Perhaps what makes us put our ink pens to our lined papers,
is when we know,
we must give it love, anger, sadness, assurance, care.
When our minds and bodies are touched,
so tremendously with feeling,
that we must rejoice without beloved;
as we make it feel what we feel,
inking our thoughts permanently,
scratching the surface until we are content.
But if we only feel neutrality,
it is alright to stare at the white blankly.
We will rejoice another day perhaps,
tomorrow, a month, who knows?
Only time will show.