Today begins poetry month. Several of my friends asked me if I was going to write a poem a day, for this month in April, and quite honestly, the thought of putting me through that process quakes me to my bones. I am afraid of poetry. I am afraid that giving to 30 day of poetry writing will show that I don’t have 30 days of poetry in me. I am afraid that my words are not musical enough. I am afraid that I don’t know enough to write GOOD poetry. And unlike last month (which did create some poems), when I knew I could fall back on prose for which I can do if I only have the idea, I am not sure that I have the resources to fall back on poetry.
This is what I do know about my writing and how it relates to poetry. It often is deep. Not surprising—so am I. It contains analogies that are pleasing. It can be wordy—and poetry isn’t. I am reflective by nature and I think that poetry arises from that reflective space.
So my thinking is—don’t fret. I am giving myself this month to enjoy the poetry from other blogs and celebrate who I am in this process of writing. Maybe publish poetry that I find particularly appealing on my blog. Maybe publish a poem or two of mine—no pressure or obligation. And let my poet within develop. I am someone who wants to be a poet. I think I have a mind of a poet. I am emerging as a poet. And that is something to celebrate!