National Poetry Month
Did you know that April was national poetry month? I hadn’t heard that anywhere…
I used to write poetry constantly. I won an award at the junior college that I took some classes at, Poet of the Year. Whoo-hoo… LOL
I don’t write anymore. I haven’t in years.
I learned a few interesting facts on women and poetry.
Did you know:
· the earliest writer in the world to be known by name was a woman poet: Enheduanna, Priestess of Inanna.
· the first published poet in America was a woman: Anne Bradstreet.
I am sorry to say I had never heard of either of them.
I have shared some of my favorites poems before, and my favorite poets change often. I love Oriah Mountain Dreamer, and Maya Angelou always, though. I have posted "The Invitation", by Oriah Mountain Dreamer here before. Here is another of my favorites of her's:
Night Tears
There is a crying
that happens at night
that does not come
while the light is with us.
There are things that cannot
be evaded
once the sun goes down.
Small nocturnal creatures
with sharp white teeth
silently gnaw at the edges of
belly and heart
when the darkness descends
and the void inside
grows larger.
It can split you open.
And the bone
in the centre of your chest
aches
like the cracked wishing bone
from the turkey breast.
And if we are strong enough
to be weak enough
we are given a wound
that never heals.
It is the gift
that keeps the heart open.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995
I used to write poetry constantly. I won an award at the junior college that I took some classes at, Poet of the Year. Whoo-hoo… LOL
I don’t write anymore. I haven’t in years.
I learned a few interesting facts on women and poetry.
Did you know:
· the earliest writer in the world to be known by name was a woman poet: Enheduanna, Priestess of Inanna.
· the first published poet in America was a woman: Anne Bradstreet.
I am sorry to say I had never heard of either of them.
I have shared some of my favorites poems before, and my favorite poets change often. I love Oriah Mountain Dreamer, and Maya Angelou always, though. I have posted "The Invitation", by Oriah Mountain Dreamer here before. Here is another of my favorites of her's:
Night Tears
There is a crying
that happens at night
that does not come
while the light is with us.
There are things that cannot
be evaded
once the sun goes down.
Small nocturnal creatures
with sharp white teeth
silently gnaw at the edges of
belly and heart
when the darkness descends
and the void inside
grows larger.
It can split you open.
And the bone
in the centre of your chest
aches
like the cracked wishing bone
from the turkey breast.
And if we are strong enough
to be weak enough
we are given a wound
that never heals.
It is the gift
that keeps the heart open.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995
posted by Amethyst Rising at 1:06 PM
3 Comments:
I can absolutely believe that women were the first writers, of poetry or otherwise. Women are the music makers of this world, and they are the dreamers of dreams.
We men just kill mammoths for food.
I thought about trying out for poetry contests and such, but I think there are rules to the number of syllables per line, depending on what type of poetry I choose to write, and it seems like it would be limiting. But I don't know. I might.
Love you Am!
Actually the poetry i wrote was free verse, no rules... I can do the counting syllables and stuff, but it makes my head hurt to think that hard...LOL
Luv you too...What would I do without you? :-)
What would you do without me? Well, there's always underwater knitting, but that's not much fun.
Post a Comment
<< Home