I tip my hat to those of you who are writing a poem a day, especially to those of you who were doing this long before National Poetry Month! I bow. While getting my blog and YouTube channeloff the ground again, it seemed like a worthy project to commit myself to doing one reading per day during this month of poetic celebration. What a great way to keep me charged up and inspired! I promise, I will add a few of my own pieces as well, since some of you have asked, and if you have any requests feel free to ask. I make no promises though. My muse is a tricky and sometimes fickle beast.
If you are looking for ways to celebrate, the Academy of American Poets has 30 suggestions for the 30 days. And if you are looking for some prompts for your own Rachel Bunting has some awesome suggestions. Whatever you do, if you find that poetry feeds your soul, please, oh please share it!
Here is my reading for today:
by E. E. Cummings
there are so many tictoc
clocks everywhere telling people
what toctic time it is for
tictic instance five toc minutes toc
past six tic
Spring is not regulated and does
not get out of order nor do
its hands a little jerking move
over numbers slowly
we do not
wind it up it has no weights
springs wheels inside of
its slender self no indeed dear
nothing of the kind.
(So,when kiss Spring comes
we’ll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss
lips because tic clocks toc don’t make
a toctic difference
to kisskiss you and to
Read more about E. E. Cummings and his poetry here: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/156