A wee Haiku to end the Poemapalooza
You might know that I like Haiku. I like writing book reviews in Haiku. I like trying to capture the essence of a day, or a conference, or a walk, in a Haiku. The limitation of the syllables is what creates the safe, clear playpen.We believe creativity comes with wide, free reign–no holes barred, whatever that means–but sometimes creativity comes instead with stricture and closeness and tight form imposed onto it. Rhyme schemes and color wheels. I know this to be true, as much as I have railed against it in years past. The form paradoxically releases the art. And yet…
The Problem with Haiku
Of all the things I
Wish would be, the one that most
Occurs to me is
-Michael S. Glaser
(made me laugh).
And so, our National Poetry Month Poemapalooza comes to an official end until next year. In the next few days, you’ll find a PDF of this year’s poems, just as I did last year. I hope you’ll enjoy it.
And now, on to a month of a different kind, the writing kind, the finished-the-book-need-to-move-on kind. Back to challenges, back to the instruction manual for my daughters, back to paying attention, and back to the urgency of the timeline. 37 days. If we got that awful diagnosis today, we’d be dead by June 7th. What’s the biggest, best, most meaningful, deepest use of our next 37 days we can imagine? I wonder. Let’s ponder. June 7th. What can I create in the lifetime between now and then? Memories? A book? A relationship? A letter to each person I want to have understand what they mean to me? What’s my art form between now and then?