Quoets for Poets — real poems travel…

“You can't force it intellectually. You spoil the poem. You mess it up. When you've 
worked through to the real poetic level, the connections webbing together every single 
word are quite beyond intellectual arrangement. A computer couldn't do it. You've got 
not merely sound and sense to deal with but the histories of the words, cross-rhythms, 
the interrelation of all the meanings of the words—a complete microcosm. You never 
get it quite right, but if you get it almost right, it insulates itself in time. That's why 
real poems travel.”
—-Robert Graves

NaPoWriMo, 2016, Day 1–Cinquain of starting over….

...because I have to start somewhere.  And April is the cruelest place to start.  
And I am a glutton for self-inflicted cruelty.  
Like making myself finish one poem a day when I can barely bring myself to write 
one word a day.
Because why not?
Because I need this.
Because I need this more than I need all these other things.

Chinquain of Starting

Is this
as important
as all the other things
that I must also be doing?
It is.

Here's to hoping I don't write a bunch of crap.

...keepin' the Po in NaPoWriMo...

Chloe says…

One of my poems is up over at I am not a silent poet.

I don’t usually write “protest poems.” I try not to be too heavy-handed with what I write plus I’m lousy at getting anything done in a timely manor. Sometimes though, events drive me to react. Usually with anger that I have to work through. Every once in a while, something like this happens.

You should also check out all the other work over there.

Great protest poems.

Giving voice to the voiceless.

Letting the unheard have a hearing.

Poetry that says something.