All poems were written in a two or so hour period each Wednesday morning, between March 31, 2010 and March 23, 2011. My math skills are not so good, but that should equal 52 poems.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The Fate of Wednesday Poems
Well Dear Reader (I just finished re-reading Jane Eyre today, so please excuse the reference to "dear reader"--had to), the year is over. When I began Wednesday Poems, it was only meant as an experiment; to see if I could remain faithful to a poetry practice, however small, for one year. I did it. I didn't ever miss a Wednesday, although once or twice I forgot until later in the afternoon. So, there it is. A year of poems written on Wednesdays. I do not plan to all out abandon this blog. I do still intend to post poems, but I don't think I will index them on the left. The index will be only for the true Wednesday Poems of the experiment. I shall now write poems when the spirit moves and as time and space allow, whatever the day of the week it happens to be. This too will be an experiment. If six months goes by without a new poem, well then, I may have to returned to the more disciplined practice of a poem every week.
To me, poetry is raw emotion; perhaps pure emotion. I liken it to my backyard where everyday conversation is like the cut grass, inviting and crisp. Familiar even. Poetry is the wild grass and trees behind the cut lawn. It provides definition and beauty to the lawn before it. It doesn't seek to explain its existence. It just allows the wind to blow through, moving it as it will. Raw, unkept, but still guiding the soul. **I am a recovered attorney and former corporate professional, on hiatus from the Big world of Big people in Big suits. I am learning to be in a little world with a little person wearing little suits (most with zippers and snaps). I still don't know what I want to be next. But for now, I am going to just focus on being mom and the Wednesday Poet.
See blog entry explaining more about the "why" behind these poems here: