Sometimes when I write a poem that I am really excited about, I get my wife to read it out loud to me. It’s disappointing when I realize it doesn’t exactly sound like I intended it to. When I write the lyrics, it’s like song in my head, I have a rhythm, but even with punctuations, it is still difficult to convey the intonations and rhythm that I have in my head as I write.
When I read back my poems, they sound wonderful and I can’t wait to publish so everyone can read them the same way. But then I thought, “What if the reader doesn’t read it like that? They are going to miss the gist of it. It doesn’t even sound as good if not read the way I intended.” I wish I could read my poems to you instead of writing them but unfortunately I can’t.
That makes me wonder about those poems we dissect in school. Is that exactly what the writer, who is long dead, wanted us to get out of his poem or is it just us interpreting it in our own way? Who knows. In the meantime, go ahead and read my poems your way. Then read it over again, but this time read it like this…
Hey followers and readers, I started this blog because I like to write poems about any and every topic. It started out well and was very popular, but I signed up for the NAPOWRIMO, which is the National Poetry Writing Month and wrote a poem a day. It was a good. I did great but when it was over, I was done! Like dinner. Nothing in the tank. Depleted.
I took some time off. Didn’t want to think of another poem. Then it happened! This morning I jumped out of bed excitedly. And way to early for a Saturday morning. I had poems in my head! They had to get out! I was back! I am back!
Thank you my faithful followers for sticking with me and not jumping ship. For you new readers, fasten your seat belts. I am here to stay. I am digging in! No more deserting the troops.
Napowrimo made me ill
And months after, I’m ailing still
Writing poems every day
Finding things I had to say
Now I’m all poemed out
Nothing cometh from my mouth
Napowrimo is to blame
Napowrimo, what a shame!
Maybe I wasn’t deep enough
Life as a poet can be rough
I was just a part time poet
And maybe that’s just what did it
I probably drained my poetry tank
A negative amount in my poem bank?
Napowrimo, if this is true
I’m sorry for putting the blame on you
Final entry for National Poetry Month! I am not sure what inspired this poem. I was just writing as I go, which basically is also how I write just about all my poems. I hope you enjoyed the poems as I enjoyed writing them. I am glad it’s over though!