May Day, Play Day

I welcome you this first of May
A day for work, when work is play
The storms of April passed on through
I’m thrilled that I survived…are you?

Yes, I did just write that poem while I was sitting here. Silly, I know. But it’s something I created that didn’t exist before, however small. And that counts for something.

Poetry was my first love as a young writer (when I say “young”, I mean “eight years old”). Anything could be a poem. There were no rules. Or, rather, there were rules, but only if you wanted them.

April is (was) National Poetry Month — on my blog every day for the entire month of April I posted one of my favorite poems, aong with a story about how I loved it and what it meant to me. Some of the poems were written by women, some by men, some by me. Some were short, some were long. Some had better background stories or illustrations.

More than a few were from Ogden Nash, because he’s my favorite.

There’s just something about poetry that transcends. Poetry runs the spectrum from children’s books to greeting cards to Shakespeare. There is, quite literally, something for everyone.

I don’t think poetry should end when April does. We should always find room for little ditties in our lives.

Tell me: Do you have a favorite poet or a favorite poem?

Bonus challenge: Quick! Write something fun!


6 thoughts on “May Day, Play Day

  1. Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    I love this post,
    And I love Lee too!

    *An Ode to April*
    April, April, you sucked so bad,
    All you did was make me mad.

    Work was really tough,
    The weather was beyond rough.

    You gave me the stomach flu,
    And I thought that you were through.

    But no, here comes the rain,
    What a massive, irritating pain.

    I wish I could make you pay,
    So welcome to my new BFF May!

  2. Ha. BRILLIANT poems, both Alethea and Kerri. This is such a great post. Thanks for making me smile this morning.

  3. I wish I had some talent for writing poetry, but, alas, I don’t. I did win a poetry contest when I was a kid though. My mind is so fried that I can’t think of it at all. That’s so sad. I used to be able to whip it out on command.
    But, yay for you guys.
    I was working on persona poems for my characters this past month though. I love the hell out of those things. My kids learned how to do it in school. Love the formulas. It’s easy and makes you really get into the mind of each character. First name, four adjectives describing the person, an important relationship, three things they love, three things they fear, three places (or ideas) they want to see, where they reside (place, emotion, etc), then last name. Kinda cool.

    Here’s a link I found if anyone is interested:

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