Inspired by Black History month, The Academy of American Poets worked with a variety of interested parties including teachers, publishers, booksellers, librarians, and of course poets to figure out the many ways poetry could be celebrated. They concluded April was a great month for the celebration, and on April 1, 1996, President Bill Clinton proclaimed April to be National Poetry Month.
Following the Academy’s lead, Writers’ Morning Out has posted a poem-a-day during April since WMO’s inception in 2010.
Read all the poems posted since 2010 on our old blog.
“Leukemia” by Mark MacAllister
Given snow in the forecast I called on my Midwest skills topped-off the fuel tank for more weight between the wheels bought half a
“Design: A Seminar, 1982” by Jeanne Julian
Interestingly enough, proportion has been around since the fourth century B.C. says Mrs. Baedeker. So far, we’re mostly alert, here in the Lenox
“A Sunday Afternoon” by Ann Carol Koermer
On a Sunday afternoon, when the cold air seeps in through the cracks in the wall, I sit among the purples, reds and blues
“Mother and Son” by Penelope Cottrell
Skin to skin, heart to heart. Big Heart slows, Little Heart thunders, frantic. Voices, crying, laughter – a cacophony around Little Heart, fresh
“Mall Walkers” by Leslie Selbst
Gum-chewing, hair-flipping, mini-skirt-flaunting, boisterous-lipstick, mouth-flapping, hip-sashaying, attention-seeking, eye flitting, junior-high-schoolers… heading south. Jogger-suited, big-bosomed, grey-haired, wrinkled-skinners, laced-up-oxfords, cane-toting, grandma-proud,-social-security-pensioner, denture-toting-seniors…heading north… Mall walkers
“To Mis-Carry” by Elizabeth Callahan Steiner
“I want her back when you’re done.” They will toss you out, flush you down. They won’t know to stop when my Grandpa’s eyes