I have been reading about so many other poets who are attempting a poem a day during this month that is usually associated with those trying to write novels. In the past, I have not attempted November for many reasons. End of the grading period. Parent-teacher conferences. Thanksgiving. Two family birthdays. It seemed I would just be a glutton for punishment by taking on a poem a day in such a month.
Then I read Carolee Sherwood’s first post, and I loved her idea of linking the days to create a long poem, something I don’t normally write. And I stopped by Kelli Russell Agodon’s post about lowering your expectations when cranking out a poem a day. And I read Dana Guthrie Martin’s newest post in a series of poems for her mother. I started thinking about these three busy writers and how they each had written something wonderful, had been brave enough to just go for it and get it down (with outstanding results).
And I sat down and I gave it a try. 14 lines on Tuesday. Another 20 or more on Wednesday, and I had one poem that was a whole page long, something unusual for me. And today I have an idea – it’s not fully formed, but if I lower my expectations and just do it, it may be possible. So I want to thank these everyday poets (well, at least every day in November) who have inspired me to take a few moments to write something each day, even a really crappy draft. Because that’s how most poems begin. And I might just surprise myself.