My National Poetry Month

Until about a year ago, I didn’t like poetry. Then I took a writing class. It took some convincing, but I’ve since found a new admiration for the art. I decided that, since it’s National Poetry Month, I’d better do my due diligence and play my part in showing my appreciation.

First off, let me start by addressing what I thought poetry was, and why I didn’t like it. To me, poetry meant writing that failed in its purpose. I’d always looked at writing as a means to communicate. That meant that good writing carried direct meaning that no one could misinterpret. I don’t know how much poetry you’ve read, but it seldom says things directly.

Anyone who knows poetry knows that the art is about so much more. Yes, it can sometimes feel annoying when you are forced to read it, but when you find a good poem, (Like this one) it speaks to you on a level that no direct essay or novel could. There’s a reason we have a National Poetry Month; it’s an art form worthy of attention.

So, in honor of National Poetry Month, I want to share how poetry has influenced my life.

Why I Appreciate National Poetry Month

For me, writing poetry is a way to explore my mind. When my thoughts scatter and I can’t think straight, writing poetry slows them down. In effect, poetry is my mental glue that helps me keep everything together.

I’m not an overly accomplished poet, but I have a published poem. I’m not known to the masses, but small crowds have heard my voice. Once, I had my work adapted into a university dance. During the performance, I watched as my words translated into movement. Later that same show, I discovered that the production had chosen to read my poem to the crowd. I felt proud in that moment. Not many people heard it, but some had. I can’t say if it changed anyone’s life, but I like to think it affected at least one person.

In any case, I’m grateful for poetry. I can’t say I completely understand it, only that it speaks to me. Like all good art, it has its place. So, for this National Poetry Month, I choose to be grateful. Grateful I found poetry’s value, grateful I have the capability to produce it, and grateful for good poets who paved the way.

Are you a poet? If you have the time, share your thoughts in the comments! (I’m especially interested to know how you found your way into poetry!)