Today, National Poetry Month comes to an end. Many of you have written a poem a day for NaPoWriMo. Many of you have celebrated by attending or giving readings, discovering new poets, or revisiting your favorite writers. If you are reading this, then poetry is probably a part of your life that could not be replaced by anything else.
But have you ever told poetry how you feel about it? For today, write a love letter to poetry itself – or to a favorite poet or poem, or to words, or to a person that brought poetry into your life…interpret the prompt however you like. And keep poems in your life every month, not just in April.
To My First Poetry Crush
You lured me down roads in a yellow wood,
stopped with me beside the same trees when
the evening was still with snow. You took me
apple-picking, bent my long hair forward over
my head to comb like the branches of birches.
Your sweet invitation to come along as you swept
the pasture – you come, too – still echoes
in my ears. We mourned the death of a hired
man, debated the merits of the trees, the rose.
But you also were acquainted with the night,
were not always gentle – your buzz saw leapt
and took the hand of a small boy, and every
spring you mended the fence to separate
your land from your neighbor’s. I should have
known that we were fire and ice – you told me
from the beginning that nothing gold could stay.