Archives for Poetry
A few days ago, in honor of National Poetry Month, I asked for your anxiety-related haiku. I love haiku as an art form for describing anxiety. While many of us might think of "anxiety" as a huge and heavy long-term predicament -- and, for some of us, it truly is -- even the largest and darkest mountains of anxiety are built from smaller bricks of haiku-sized worries. Now, I may be mixing my metaphors (bricks don't make up mountains!) in that last paragraph, but oh well. Poetry is about what feels right. And for a concept as complex and nebulous as anxiety, a mixed metaphor feels strangely appropriate: anxiety doesn't cleanly fit into any given metaphor. It's always changing. So, let the metaphor change along with it. Even within the same sentence. To hell with that "don't mix metaphors!" rule that I learned in 11th grade. There's only one rule we're following here on Panic About Anxiety for National Poetry Month -- we're writing haiku. A haiku is a short & simple poem that's written 5-7-5 -- five syllables in the first line, 7 syllables in the middle, and 5 syllables in the last line. That's it. The rest is up to you. YOUR HAIKU You've given me some beautiful haiku throughout the past few days. Here's a sampling of my faves:
It's hard to believe that April is here already, isn't it? Isn't time tricky? Surely I was just lamenting the onset of winter and grumbling about how the lack of sunlight contributes to my anxiety. And in the blink of an eye, our natural word is glowing brighter and brighter each day. Here is Pennsylvania, March came in like a lamb and left like an even softer lamb. You won't find me complaining. Nor would you find legendary poet e.e.cummings complaining, either. He's a famous poet who was smitten with the springtime season: spring is "puddle wonderful," he claims, in his poem "[in-Just]". Remember that cranky English teacher you had in 10th grade? The one who was always correcting your grammar? Yeah. e.e.cummings is the exact opposite of that English teacher: if you Google a few of his spring-themed poems, you'll quickly notice how quirky and inventive his syntax is. His whimsical punctuation alone sort of conveys the hypomanic beauty of this season: spring!may -- everywhere's here ( with a low high low and a bird on the bough ) how?why we never we know -from Poetry, June 1952 April is the perfect time for warmth, aliveness, and poetry. And so, happy National Poetry Month!