My husband informs me today is World Poetry Day (as declared by UNESCO in 1999). Who knew?
A few weeks ago, I was congratulated by a fellow poet for having my name published in Poets & Writers. The issue announced the winners of the Pinch poetry contest. I hadn't realized that my name was in writing at P&W - and even though it's only an announcement, I'm excited and grateful. It's a start.
The Pinch publication itself is now out. Unfortunately, I won't be able to make the launch party in Memphis. But I'm sure it will be fun. This is the month of deadlines for many contests. I've sent off a few poems to one local contest, and will send a few more out. And daily, I read poetry and then write. It's a new practice, a new commitment. And while the first couple of weeks of this morning ritual seemed fruitless, it has led to a few new pieces, and has become much more gratifying. If you pay attention to the Muse, it seems, she visits more often.
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I have read this poem a few times, five or more, and cried every time. To me, this is the best poem of the year so far. You are amazing.
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