Today is the last day of Poetry Month. I wrote a poem every day as part of National Poetry Writing Month, or NaPoWriMo.
I don’t usually write poetry—for good reason—but I thought it would be fun to stretch my brain in a different way. The exercise turned out to be a welcome antidote during a month punctuated by sadness and bad news—the anniversary of my mother’s death, unhappy bulletins from family and friends about a cancer diagnosis, a mother’s sudden death, the loss of a sibling, a cherished pet gone.
Sally Charette, whose wonderful writing and photography appear on her blog, Any Given Sundry, told me about NaPoWriMo. I wouldn’t have known about it otherwise. So thank you, Sally!
For two or three weeks before NaPoWriMo began on April 1, I started to collect potential poem titles. They came from snippets of conversation I overheard, questions from students, headlines that startled me or that I misread (as in “Flash Mops”), books I was reading—even a barb from someone I once considered well-meaning.
I won’t inflict my poetry on you, but here are the titles:
Ahmed Refuses to Shake My Hand: The Reenactments
Are Southern Death Row Inmates More Polite?
Don’t Come Back Here
Elderly Flash Mops
Fifteenth Anniversary of Viagra
Finding Dad on eBay
Forward and Backward Banjo Rolls
Gone Ten Years
I’ve Missed My Calling
Is the Government Evil?
Message from Unknown Caller
My Platysma Has Separated
Punk Bands I Intend to Form
Stealing Brazil Nuts
Tavern on the Green
They Waiting for You
We Talked About It, Remember?
Where Do You Get Your Ideas?
You Gave Up Your Career