LizC
Happy National Poetry Month
Excuse my manners, we’re 6 days into April and I’ve completely neglected to mention that it’s NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!
Happy National Poetry Month to you all!
This National Poetry Month marks 18 years for the League of Canadian Poets and 20 years for the League of American Poets and their dedication to poetry awareness and celebration. Since then it has become the largest literary celebration for the presence of poetry in our culture!
In honour of National Poetry Month this year, I will be posting exerpts from several of my poems throughout the month! https://www.instagram.com I know 6 days have already passed so I’d like to redirect you to the “Poems” page of this blog where you can find 6 of my poems already published! https://spokenvisions.com/category/poems/
- Our Buried Lives
- Prodigy
- Shepherdless
- Love Couldn’t Love Her
- Calm inside the Storm
- Hour to Begin
Visit http://poets.ca/2016/02/08/national-poetry-month-2016/ or https://www.poets.org/national-poetry-month/poem-your-pocket-day to check out how you can participate in the projects they’ve launched to encourage the celebration of poetry.
If you somehow don’t make it to the websites, here are some of their suggestions for participating.
- Start a “poems for pockets” giveaway in your school or workplace
- Urge local businesses to offer discounts for those carrying poems
- Post pocket-sized verses in public places
- Memorize a poem
- Start a street team to pass out poems in your community
- Distribute bookmarks with your favorite lines of poetry
- Add a poem to your email footer
- Post lines from your favorite poem on your Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or Tumblr
- Send a poem to a friend
Keep your eyes open you might just see my poems around the city!
We ALL fALL
When we gracelessly fall on our face in public, down a flight of stairs, or an invisible stump in the middle of a flat sidewalk, sometimes the first thing that comes to mind isn’t “Damn.. I think I broke something ” what most of us are wishing for in this moment, is that somebody cute walking by hasn’t caught a glimpse of our fall, right? Amidst the internal chaos happening within us, what makes us save face, get up and take our next step? Maybe we’ve fallen in cold snow, we have somewhere to be or we realize that the fall really wasn’t that bad. When we think about the risk we take every time we walk, is there something inside of us that would hinder us from trusting walking as a means of transportation from day to day?
In a sense falling can be compared to failing. In terms of seeing the goal of walking as the ability to put one foot in front of the other. So when we fall we’ve clearly failed at coordinating our feet and accomplishing the goal of walking and moving forward.What I’m getting at with this is that many of us fear falling, it causes us embarrassment, anxiety and forces us to take precautions in advance to avoid the incident all together. But when we do fall, do we lay there helplessly forever, do we always deny help to get up and do we give up on walking? We know walking literally takes us places and even if walking is not a blessing everyone of us has, do we all stop moving forward?
My Rise to Poetry
My Story
In the beginning there was poetry
I always wanted to write poetry, to be a poet, to perform and be apart of the spoken word community. I aspired to do all of that and in actuality set out to do nothing. For the longest time I stunted my growth in this art form. The first poem I ever wrote was for an english class in high school, it was called “Her perspective”. I knew way before that assignment that I loved poetry and had a passion for writing. As a kid I used to write stories so the thought of performing stories was an aspiration I couldn’t refuse. But I did, I’ve always gotten great feedback on the poems I’ve performed but it has never been enough. I didn’t only want to hear that I was good, I wanted to feel it for myself. I always wanted to do more with my gift and I wanted my words to get people thinking, even if they didn’t like or understand what I was saying.
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