writing – writer – poet

pen in hand scribbling words across the page
ideas become a poem
pause
28 poems written this month

April is the cruelest month
how could it also be National Poetry Month

an open book on one side
my computer before me
my pen continues scribbling
hard to say what motivated me to see the end this year
1st time since 2019
the inspiration, the process, the poems
guided my pen across the page
the community of hosts and writers guided my ideas and process
as I built from words
an idea, a story, bits of me to share with this community

the community influenced and encouraged
words became lines
lines became stanzas
before my fingers knew it
a poem was born

mil thanks to all of you
wish me words til we meet again in June