As I strive to become a better listener and to connect more with my
sense of hearing, National Poetry Month 2026 finds me writing daily,
handwritten, index card poems inspired by sounds and listening.. I have begun a new
notebook to collect the sounds I notice throughout the month, and I will
reflect on them in short poems. My ears - and my heart - are open wide.
I invite you to join me in this project, on any of my projects from the past 16 years,
or on a project of your very own. To do so, simply write a
poem each day of April in any way you wish. Share or don't share, as
you wish. Your poems are your poems. Your projects are your projects.
And if you wish learn a bit more about writing poetry, I welcome you to
the short lessons in the tab above: COAXING POEMS VIDEOS - 2024.
National Poetry Month 2026 Poems
Here is poem 24 -
Students - In truth, a fire in the fireplace may not rustle the last words of trees for those trees become ash which returns to the soil which becomes plants which feed animals which make new noises. But. For this poem, the actual tree-wood is sharing its last words as a fire in our home.
I adore a good wood fire, and thank goodness for that as we heat much of our home with wood, and so this means stacking wood, carrying wood, and loading wood into the wood stove. Fortunately, we do not need to cut the trees down and up, as we barter firewood for use of tapping some of our maples for syrup.
Today's poem feels a little bit sad and a little bit grateful to me. Are there any sounds in your life that have a feeling attached to them? Our kitties' purrs make me feel loved, and a loved one's sniffle makes me feel a bit worried.
Irene is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at Live Your Poem with so much goodness, from new book joy (welcome, Some Starry Night!) to a new ArtSpeak: WOMEN poem. Each Poetry Friday, all are invited to share poems,
poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming
poetry community.
To
learn about many of the wonderful National Poetry Month projects
happening online this April, visit the generous Jama Rattigan at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
Now I am thinking about what the last words of trees might be. What are you thinking about?
xo,
a.
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