April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Poem: #1 for April 1st
What is poetry?
Poetry is the feel of the breeze
as it brushes against your skin,
through your hair
It’s the soft touch of another
as they hold your hand,
press their lips against yours
It’s the loving hug of another
Two warm bodies pressed together
Letting them both know they are loved
It’s the sounds of the birdsong,
the song of the crickets,
the purrs of a beloved cat
Poetry is the words of another
Felt in the depths of your soul
Poetry is
The words that move you
Words that take you by the hand and heart
Words that bring a smile or a laugh
Words that take your breath away
Words that enter your heart and
exit your body through the liquid love of your eyes,
Poetry is the blood that drips
From the wounds of brokenness
Poetry is fertilizer
From the shit show of life
Poetry is the forest that grows
From the fire of a burned heart
Poetry is the flower garden
That grows from the love of another
Poetry is art
Poetry is soft
Poetry is harsh
Poetry is funny
Poetry is sad
Poetry speaks all languages
Poetry reaches across
Man made borders
Drifting from the page and mouth
To the eyes and ears
Of those who open themselves
To receive what is offered
Poetry is the the language of the broken hearted
It’s the language of love, activism, advocacy
It’s the language of nature, soaked into our souls,
mixed with our experiences,
and released from our body through words.
Poetry is art
Poetry is pain
Poetry is love
Poetry is a path to sharing,
feeling and healing
Poetry is an unbreakable golden thread of sunshine
That connects us, binds us
And let’s us know we’re not alone
Poetry is home
Poetry is fast
Poetry is slow
Poetry is alive
The heartbeat of the human race
Thumping in tune with the passing of time slipping through our fingers
Poetry is magic
Poetry is witchy
Poetry is not in a hurry
Poetry lets it all go
Poetry is powerful
Poetry extracts the pain, the love,
the advocacy, the activism
From the mind, the heart, the mouth
Pouring and releasing it into the winds of time
To work it’s witchy magic
On all who read or hear it.
Poetry makes my heart beat faster
Poetry makes my lower stomach tingle
Poetry makes everything else melt away
Poetry is the absolute fucking best!
Camilla Downs 2024
