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The goal of  NaPoWriMo is to write 30 poems in 30 days (the month of April). I will attempt to either write a poem or share a favorite of mine several days a week, not everyday. I really love good poetry, and I don’t invest nearly enough time into it. NaPoWriMo will provide me a nice kick start to diving back in.

Here is a classic by Robert Frost called Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. For me, this poem creates beautiful imagery and reads without strain. Also, it’s about New England so that’s always a perk. Enjoy:

Robert Frost, 1913.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The goal of  NaPoWriMo is to write 30 poems in 30 days (the month of April). I will attempt to either write a poem or share a favorite of mine several days a week, not everyday. I really love good poetry, and I don’t invest nearly enough time into it. NaPoWriMo will provide me a nice kick start to diving back in.

Here is another one of my own called A Cup.  I believe I wrote this poem when I was traveling a lot for my last job. Traveling alone can be tough at times, but I also believe it provides the best creative space for your brain. Here’s a short and sweet one about tea; hope you enjoy:

LouiseInPerson- A Cup

The goal of  NaPoWriMo is to write 30 poems in 30 days (the month of April). I will attempt to either write a poem or share a favorite of mine several days a week, not everyday. I really love good poetry, and I don’t invest nearly enough time into it. NaPoWriMo will provide me a nice kick start to diving back in.

Here is one of my favorites called The Harvest Moon by Ted Hughes. Hughes’ career and personal life is incredibly interesting/ depressing at times, but there’s no doubt that his writing speaks for itself wonderfully. Enjoy:

A portrait of Ted hughes by Rob Lycett. Date: ...

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can’t sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.

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