Sunday, April 7th, 2024

brightknightie: Woman typing in an office with other women around her , 1930s (Fanfic workout)
In the US, it's "National Poetry Month." [personal profile] celli is generously sharing a community experience of the event by posting one poem per day. Read Celli's recommended poems.

I'm enjoying reading each as it arrives and wanted to share. I appreciate these gentle invitations to pause and think and feel in the different way that poetry fits, sometimes much like prose, but more often a wholly divergent mode, somewhere between words and sound, between words and light, with the emotions and meanings floating almost, but never quite, loose at all levels, not only waiting at the end of a precisely charted and paved path.

(I'm lucky that I was academically taught how to ready poetry, because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to teach myself this much wholly on my own, in the culture we share today and the incentives I've personally had. But many others can and do, by instinct, talent, observation, research, or practice!)

Additionally, as some of you know, as a fiction writer, I personally find that I really do much beter with a moral, theme, or interpretive contention to work toward. We have [community profile] fkficfest coming up, and this year's elected prompts seem to me to lean more toward plot than theme. I haven't yet found my angle on them. I'm hoping that perhaps I'll discover it in one of these poems. We shall see!

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