Yes, April is National Poetry Month. As a teenager I wrote tortured poetry (who didn't?) but I was doomed to fail. I cannot sing or dance because I just don't hear the rhythm in songs. In the same way, even though I can arrange words in a poetry format I could never go to the next level of making them lyrical. So, I've resigned myself to appreciating the accomplishments of others.
Thanks to several friends who are poets, a college course in poetry that required a huge book and a husband who loves Robert Frost we do have a bit of poetry in the house. I'm going to honor National Poetry Month by re-reading some old favorites instead of writing poetry (trust me, it's better this way). What will you do this month? Reading, writing or both?
In case you don't have a big old textbook crammed with poems in your house, here's a Lord Byron favorite of mine to get you started:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
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