I can hardly contain myself. Tomorrow begins National Poetry Month.
A whole Nation celebrating poetry. For thirty whole days.
Perhaps not. How many of us are actually reading poetry anyway? (Well, not how many of us here at LJ. Of course not. I’m preaching to the choir here.)
What is it about the word Poetry that strikes fear in the heart of the average American? Are we afraid we won’t understand it? Or maybe we’re afraid we’ll MISunderstand it and look like a fool?
Can we do something about that? Can we get the people who don’t think they like poetry to read it? Maybe. If we try. So for Poetry Month this year, I’m sending one poem a day to one carefully chosen person a day. My list isn’t complete but I’ll choose a person with whom I have a relationship and then choose a poem I think they would enjoy . . . even if they don’t think they’d enjoy poetry. For me this year, it’s all about engaging with people over poetry, and not with the usual suspects.
Call it my own personal poetry crusade. I’ll share some of the poems here. And I’ll let you know what the response is. 🙂