Yesterday kicked off National Poetry Month. I had posted about the writing contest (is it really a contest) that the Academy of American Poets is putting on. Write a poem every day for the month of April. I briefly considered doing this, but then looked at my schedule and decided that I would have to scale down a bit. I plan to read more poetry and write more this month. I’ve written three new, actual poems since January and I don’t feel that’s so terrible. I’ve started countless others but they have not panned out. I’m also judging a poetry contest here at school, so I think that counts for something.
The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and
And the South Wind, washing through the room,
Makes the candle quiver.
My nerves sting a spatter of rain on the shutter,
And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots
Outside in night.
Why are you not here to overpower me with your tense and
I’m listening to the new Decemberists album, The Hazards of Love, while I’m in the office today.
I love this group. It doesn’t hurt that their lead singer was a creative writing major, but I also like how their albums all have a story and a concept and that the lyrics are excellent.