National Poetry Month, Rich Paschall

There seems to be a day, a week or even a month for just about everything.  It is quite interesting the types of things for which mayors, governors and even presidents are willing to present a proclamation.  Did you miss One Cent Day April 1st?  No joke, it is a day to commemorate the history of the penny.  I guess it is not worth much anymore.

Certainly you did not miss out on the fact that April 1 is also Sourdough Bread Day.  No Foolin’!  The stuff has been around a long time.  I guess it deserves an entire day, especially when you consider some of the other things that get a day.  Perhaps I should make a point to buy some, or not.

Poetry gets all of April.   That’s seems fair when you consider the vast amount of poetry in the world that most students try to avoid reading.  Maybe it is as good a month as any to push this literary format to the front of the classroom, library, den, coffee-house or wherever you might find verse lurking in the shadows.

The celebration of a poetry month was introduced in 1996 as a way to increase awareness of the genre in the United States.  President Clinton issued a Proclamation on April 1 of that year, declaring “National Poetry Month offers us a welcome opportunity to celebrate not only the unsurpassed body of literature produced by our poets in the past, but also the vitality and diversity of voices reflected in the works of today’s American poetry.”

As libraries, classrooms and bookstores put up posters of famous poets and feature collections of poetry, consider how much poetry you know?  You don’t think you know any?  How many song lyrics do you know by heart?  I guess you know a lot of poetry after all.

In the 1970’s I would turn over album covers (you know, the cardboard sleeve that records came in) in order to see if the lyrics were printed on the back.  There seemed to me to be a lot of thoughtful lyrics on a variety of social and emotional issues.  I loved reading the poetry as much as hearing the music.

When I was in graduate school, I took a class in Poetry Writing.  I thought I was good at it and wanted to see if I could learn some tricks to writing better poetry.  I learned there are no real tricks.  Either you are good at it and are willing to spend time working on it, or you are not so good and do not want to invest the time in a genre that is only pushed forward one month a year.

My professor of poetry writing did not like my first effort for the class.  I thought it was the kind of thing he wanted, apparently not.

Subtle Sounds

They hang softly in the distance.
They tell of something somewhere,
but not here.

They reveal that life goes on,
while deafening silence moves in to share my space.

Like seasons, they run in cycles.
Just as Spring moves to Summer and beyond,
sounds move to silence and beyond.

They have come to my life. 
I know they are there,
yet I can only see
and not hear.

Don’t bother to analyze it.  I am not sure what it means either, and I wrote it.  Of course that was 35 years ago, but I do recall the professor’s disdain. By the end of class I was able to write something he liked.  I believe he never realized the work was as much a commentary of his class and usual criticisms of poems, as it was the fulfillment of an assignment. Since April 2nd is Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Day, I suggest you go grab a PB&J sandwich and enjoy the following.

Word War

The mood is tense.
Words are fighting for meaning.
These stressed soldiers cry out
but are not understood.

General Vague evaluates the conflict.
The consonants are not alliterating,
the end words not rhyming,
and the images “not working.”

Major Disaster declares the stanzas hopeless.
The transitions are lost,
the punctuation missing,
and the verse running free.

Private Joke laughs to himself.
He sees the experts
with no answers.


  1. Emilio Pasquale April 2, 2017 / 12:31 am

    I taught high school English for a year but successfully avoided poetry. Never did like reading or writing it. And as for understanding? Forget it!

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  2. lwbut April 2, 2017 / 4:14 am

    I thought that was pretty damn good! (not that i’m that good a judge of poetry! 😉 )

    Any chance of Word War II ? Seems the timing is about right.


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      • lwbut April 2, 2017 / 11:44 am

        One poem would hardly be ‘a future!’ 😉 I bet if you put your mind to it you could turn 44.5′ s efforts with twitter and the lying press into a nice sequel to Word War 🙂


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  3. judyt54 April 2, 2017 / 9:56 am

    I always feel sorry for people who took English in highschool and were force-fed Shakespeare, Whitman, and Amy Lowell. I have no beef with any of that, but much of our disdain for poetry comes from being forced into reading a language that is so archaic now it needs a translator. And the right kind of teacher.

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      • Marilyn Armstrong April 2, 2017 / 12:07 pm

        I don’t know. I had some very good literature teachers. As I said, I like SOME poetry, but not all. Much of it to me seems like writing with it’s tail lopped off.

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  4. Marilyn Armstrong April 2, 2017 / 10:54 am

    I like some poetry. Not everything and not every style, but some stuff appeals to me. I like sonnets. I like Elizabethan poetry in general. I like some of Elliott, cummings and a few others. But a lot of it leaves me saying “Huh?” Sometimes, it’s the same person I also like.

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    • Rich Paschall April 2, 2017 / 11:05 am

      A lot of it leaves me saying “huh?” I did actually like some in school.


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