April is, da da da daaa!!
National Poetry Month!!!
Now, tomorrow is the last day of April, aka my last chance to do something special for this month.
So, I’m going to be sharing with you the creative process of some of my poetry!
I may post this as a site page in a bit.
Now, let’s get started with…
This poem was inspired when I was out walking the neighbor’s dog.
I looked up from petting the dog (a favorite pastime of this particular dog)
to see a giant tree, a pine of some sort I believe, towering over the other trees surrounding it.
It’s branches were in two big clumps sticking out on either side (at least, that’s what it looked like) and one big clump at the top, which made it look like a person!
This poem was an interesting poem to write and was quite popular, it even gained me a follower!
I said that I was inspired by the Doomsday theme, but looking back I think it wasn’t just the music that inspired me, but the story behind the music!
Listening to the music reminded me of the scene that that music plays during, it reminded me how sad the scene was and THAT (along with the music) was what truly inspired me.
Although these are two different poems, I grouped them together here because they were inspired by the same experience.
Kite was inspired by a wonderful kite-flying experience, it was my first kite flying experience in a long time!
Think was inspired by the geese that were hanging around during the kite-flying, I kept wondering what they thought of the kite.
There is a funny story behind the title of this poem.
I wrote all but the last sentence, then looked at it and well, I don’t remember whether it was just the fact that I thought it was too short or whether I just wanted to name the poem “Eternity”, but I ended up writing this sentence.
Eternity carves the names of heroes in stone,
but history forgets the moments that only dreams remember.
This poem was originally a song I sang to myself sometimes, quite a couple of my poems start out that way.
Although the wording of the poem and the song are quite different, the heart of the poem remained the same.
Why does the willow weep?
Thanks for reading this!
Oh, by the way, if you haven’t looked at my new site page Archive you really should!
It’s a great way to catch up on previous posts!
“Being creative is not a hobby, it is a way of life.” -Author Unknown