April is National Poetry Month, and I failed to remember and failed to post a single poem. Last year I posted at least a dozen. Not that it makes a difference at this point, but the link below is for the National Poetry Month website and it’s packed with interesting reads on all things poetry. I’m not going to hit you a ton of my favorite poems at this time, but I will try to get back in the habit of keeping poetry alive—at least, in my life and on this blog.
Two very short poems below; the first is mine, a piece that in many ways was the beginning of a profound journey. The second is from Key West writer, David Sloan, a piece of sidewalk poetry that lives across the street from Hemingway’s house.
What’s Love Got to Do With It?
She had an affair not for love nor lust
Nor obsession with her fading self.
Standing on the edge of old
She wanted to be startled at every turn. – pn
Of writers and poets and pirates
who walked the dirt beneath this slab
each carrying a pocket full of dreams.
And none as unusual as yours;
but all of which came true.
– David L. Sloan
art: paula robino