"...you could file her with the scraps of paper she has stashed in her purse/she's the piece of cloth unravelling at her feet..." ( from Janet Cowan's "Dear John")
Wonderful lines. I like how poetry has a month dedicated to it. Is there an essay month or a novel month too?
I loved poetry when I was a kid, liked the sound of the words we had to read aloud as part of our language arts classes. Children's poems, full of rhythm and rhyme and humour. Then I avoided it, as much as was possible, for the rest of my formal education. I think I believed that it had been placed on a pedestal, where only the elite could truly understand the mystical process that poetry writing entailed. But as an avid reader knows, all different kinds of writing must be sampled, and eventually, poetry has become part of my reading. Thank you poetry, and poets, for helping to show how complicated is life.
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