April is Poetry Month, Part 1
Of all the forms writing can take, poetry still mystifies me the most.
Prose, whether fiction or nonfiction, makes me think of lines--roads, maybe, or sidewalks, or even deertracks through grass. These lines don't have to be straight. They can backtrack or meander, they can be short or long. The lines don't even have to be connected. They can look like ||| or =. Just--they're lines.
Maybe.
In contrast, poetry may be more like experiencing a park by sitting on a bench under one tree in that park. On one hand, you're there in that moment experiencing that bench under that particular tree. On many other hands, you're experiencing that same place in different times, different weather. You're also looking at other parts of the park, observing the blades of grass or the rocks or the cacti or the demonstrators--even if the poem doesn't direct you to look at them, they're there. All without the poet specifying those things.
Maybe.
Maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe it's just the word count. Through the years of writing as work, creating captions--for photos or objects in museums and galleries--challenged me the most. I prefer to tease out nuances (more and more and more words, like in this parenthetical), not distill to the "most important" points.
Regardless, April brings attention to poetry, and that's a good thing. Here are some of my favourite ways to experience it.
1. Academy of American Poets, Poets.org. They share a poem a day. You can browse poets. You can read about poets.
2. Poetry Foundation features content from Poetry magazine, as well as poems and information about poetry and poets.
3. Vicki Ziegler, @bookgaga on Instagram and Twitter, is a Canadian social media manager and reader--and originator of one of the best ideas EVER, the Silent Book Club. She shares #todayspoem on Twitter. She's great. I can count on the #todayspoem tweets to be a bright spot in my feeds.
However you feel about poetry, why not make a point of looking for it, in one of its iterations, in April? It's a way to pass the time while spring has her weather tantrums.