I have tried, I am sure of it, to join in the madness of writing a poem a day for thirty days before. I have done the November counterpart for novel writing for 9 years. The poetry month challenge popped up on one of my newsfeeds somewhere, and now I am caught in the thin, silky tendrils of possibility.
Granted, it doesn’t start until next month. I consider this my warm up to joining in. The League of Canadian Poets have set the date for National Poetry Month is set for April, but I am feeling the pull to write now. I need to dip my feet in, sink into the deep and let whatever needs to find a voice, whatever wants to arrive to do so.
Basically, I need to get out of my own way and just write. I will do it all over again next month too probably.
I haven’t the faintest idea what will come of it. I managed two days in a row to post a poem. There is hope that more poems are lurking.
If so, they will land here.