Saturday, April 4, 2009

It's National Poetry Month

When I think of April, I don't really think of poems, but I guess it kind of makes sense. April is when spring really gets going in most places. Spring really seems to amp people up and make them think of love and beauty, not that all poetry is about love and beauty, but I get it. Here in Arizona, it's too hot in April to think about love - we do that in February. *wink*

I love poetry. I always have loved it, but I've especially loved it ever since we did that segment on Simon & Garfunkel being poets in 8th grade English with Mrs. Karen Grubka. It was a rockin' awesome unit that has brought me inspiration throughout my entire life. Bridge Over Troubled Water, Sound of Silence, need I say more?

My favorite poem of all time:

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
--Emily Dickinson

I know it's simple, but I think it's powerful, and I find myself reciting it often in many situations that I encounter - especially ones where I need to bite my tongue.

My husband, Monster, once wrote me a poem shortly after we started dating. He wrote this magnificent poem about me. As you read through the poem, the first letter in the first line was the first letter in my name. The second letter in the second line was the second in my name, and so on. He did that for my first, middle, and maiden names all together in one poem and it was amazing. I've since lost it due to a need to take care of it and put it someplace special (I'm sure some of you know what that's like), but I will never forget its power and what it meant and still means to me.

What I Heart Monster Wants To Know:
  • Who is your favorite poet?
  • What is your favorite poem?
  • Do you have a favorite meter?
  • Do you consider any song writers to be poets?
  • What is the definition of a poem to you?
  • Have you ever published a poem?
  • Has poetry ever affected your life?

2 comments:

McFitz said...

I don't have a 'favorite' poet, but I do have several pieces that always seem to sing to me. Here is one that will be familiar to many:

Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
---Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

So evocative and so true, as well, especially for those who have served in the military. During my time in the Navy, I spent a lot of time saying goodbye to friends and acquaintances because we all moved around a lot.

Yes, I consider many lyricists and thus songwriters poets. I have a blog post about it here.

I Heart Monster said...

That's awesome McFitz. Thank you for sharing that poem!