“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” -Robert Frost
In the United States, April is National poetry month! And of course, I didn’t realize this until the month was almost over. I enjoy reading poetry. It is like having a heart to heart conversation with someone you don’t know. But in time after reading a poets work, you begin to think of them as an old friend who knows exactly what to say when you need to hear it.
Poetry is beautiful to read. It is also beautiful to hear it read aloud. Especially by the poet who has written it. If one cannot listen to the poet read their poetry, I highly recommend reading it aloud to yourself. The words take on shapes and feelings that you cannot see when reading silently.
As someone who loves poetry in many forms and writes the occasional haiku poem herself, I felt the necessity of sharing some poets and poetry with you.
The following are poets that I follow on WordPress. Some of these poets write poetry and prose while others write haiku poetry. And one writes poems, prose and micro burst poetry. They are all very different in styles and content; but, I greatly enjoy their work.
One of my students, who has become a good friend, D. Eric Hanson is a published poet. He does not have a blog so I am featuring a few of his poems on mine. If you are interested in reading more of his poetry his books, Acedia and Psychology 101, are available on Amazon.
Poems from Acedia
When I was with you,
It had no meaning.
Reduced to Writing Poems on a Napkin in a Bar II
I have two fateful women that
Within my brain reside.
And for my thoughts they do compete,
So striving side by side.
Now one has had enough of me
And so my life has left.
The other finds me bearable
And I am not bereft
Of her company just yet,
And still I find I fear
That with the passing of each day
That portent time draws near.
So now I sit of liquor full
And mind in such a fog
To write down all my vague concerns
Upon a napkin log.
Poems from Psychology 101
A voice says you don’t matter much,
It says that I’m okay.
I simply need leave you alone
To just keep things this way.
And yet another one I hear
That calls a different tune.
It says that I must speak with you
And can’t do so too soon.
My mind says travel one way
My heart bids take the other.
I’d hate to choose the wrong route and
Nascent hope to smother.
I must select the course and yet,
Which ever voice to heed,
I fear that dread finality
And folly of the deed.
The words they flow an avalanche,
Shards and Splinters; poetic fragments.
But nothing now will seem to take
Not find a form or suitable shape.
The letters come in odd met groups
But do not wish to be made words.
When once the poems seemed to flow
They now no longer wish to do so.
I miss the spring of musings
And catharsis of the verse.
I cannot seem to find the source
That shaped the boundless words.