Wednesday, April 4, 2007

who's your April fool?

this month, it's okay to admit you're foolish. it's National Poetry Month and there's nothing more foolhardy than to write a verse or two about what your emothion. about what you love, what bothers you or about whatever strikes you today.

poetry is an arrangment of prose that looks more like a bouquet than a garden. no neat rows of plants, just an array of blossoms and leaves--they don't call it free verse for nothing.

the French have a saying: it ain't love, if it ain't foolish. be silly, fall in love.

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2 comments:

Devon Ellington said...

I think poetry's quite natural to us -- as much a part of us as our heartbeat. So it's nice to have a whole month devoted to it!

Janet said...

I like this part of the Quirky writer's definition of poetry: "more like a bouquet than a garden. no neat rows of plants,
just an array of blossoms and leaves."

Janet Grace Riehl, author "Sightlines: A Poet's Diary"