April is national poetry month. My friend Amy is doing a link-up today, for non-poets to bravely reveal something they wrote. I view it as a form of Empire Resistance. World wants poets to be esoteric, unattainable, segregated from the commoners. But I think everybody can write poetry, because everybody can pay attention. It's basically just a Cliff Notes For Life--distilling the essence of noticing and feeling into short little words.
I don't have my MFA; I have barely read any poetry. But in my little journal I still sometimes find myself lost until I let the imagery take over. As my act of resistance, I will put one up here. The more I try and resist the urge to be palatable, wise in the ways of Empire, to be successful--the better it is for my soul. The world goes not well, but the kingdom comes. And one of the ways it comes is by being vulnerable, writing terrible poetry, and sharing it with others.
Go on over to Amy's site--and then why not put up one of your own poems? I promise you I will read it, and I will ask it to change me in some small way.
Put a penny in your shoe they said
Remember the Lord all the day
A rubbing sore reminder
Of the presence, all around
Instead I turned my life to burlap
Rough and raw for reddened skin
Instead of a penny, the poor and sick
Blurred vision, two worlds, one sun
I listen, hum, bless the sounds scraping
The irritants, the pepper, the ash
For every neighbor, the slow suicides
Copper prayers left on the ground
Child, your heart is made of corduroy
And the world is so full of burrs
Some days you collect them in the brambles
Let your Father pick them off one by one
*i was this close to naming the poem "Burlap to Corduroy". Christian band puns FTW.
Now seriously. Go resist the empire and write your own poem.