POETRY #mondayblogs #amwriting #poetry

I’ve written 122 new poems this year so far. Thirteen of them this month in a group called Poem-a-Dilly. I’m writing to prompts this month. One of the poems I wrote to a prompt also served to act as an ekphrastic poem to an Emily Dickinson poem in my Emily Dickinson project. I do feel I’m getting better at this poetry writing business. I’m no Sheila Black or Diane Lockward, don’t get me wrong! Those women, wow. What I mean to say is: practice improves my writing.

Writing practice also improves my mood, which improves my well-being. So pretty much everything improves by the simple act of my putting pen to paper or fingers to the keyboard.

Here’s a poem I wrote today I may commit to memory:

July 13, 2015

Dylan Thomas wrote Do not go gentle into that
good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. But I have
this to say instead: do your raging while you’re young
or youngish anyway. As life runs out, your rage can
too, it’s time to overflow with love, share what you
have learned along the way. Give your knowledge
as freely as you pass along your possessions, hand
over the keys to your car. Let someone else drive
you around, give your tired eyes a rest. As the
light dims, light a candle, put on music that brings
pleasure. Hold hands with the ones you love.
Go gently, go easily, go in peace.