On this 30th day of April, my pockets are overflowing with poems: those I’ve read, those I’ve written, those I’ve taught, those I’ve admired, those that echo in my ears. I’m grateful for the community of poets who have taken the time to read and respond to my poetry, to my blog visitors who stop by and tap the like button, to my students who have learned to love a metaphor, and to my husband who puts up with the push and pull of my need to write, my struggle to write, and the time it takes each and every evening to get words on the page. Poetry doesn’t begin and end with April, but it is wonderful to have a month where poetry gets the attention it needs and deserves. On this last day of National Poetry Month, my poem is about poems.
Counting poems
birds that flutter just out of reach
a flash of color
sweet melodies in my ear
I can almost see them
but not quite
until that blur comes into focus
with a word
a heartbeat
a breathe
don’t try to catch them
just count them
and spread them
to seed the world
@kd0602
Thinking Through My Lens 