National Poetry Month: So Many Words

Did you know that April is National Poetry Month?  In addition to being a former English teacher I know this because my beautiful 11-year-old daughter recently became an award-winning poet.  Sophia’s poem “Clouds” was awarded 1st place  in the Travis Tuck Jordan category of the North Carolina Poetry Society’s Student Contest.  Does this seem like a really braggy-mom post?  Well, settle in.  You see, I can’t even say I was surprised that Sophia won a major poetry award (I don’t know if it’s major or not, and neither do you, so we will assume it is) because she’s been writing amazing poetry for as long as I can remember. At the end of singing “Happy Birthday” to our family members she adds an additional personalized stanza each year.  She writes us each cards and notes filled with poetry on a regular basis.  So after Sophia read her Award-winning poem “Clouds” on her elementary school’s morning news broadcast, I asked if I could possibly share another of her poems on the blog.  Seeing as it is National Poetry Month and all. Sophia obliged.

Words

Words surround us,

Fancy words,

We can’t understand,

Never heard.

Simple words,

An easy way to say,

What happens,

Today.

Why do we need,

So many words,

So many, too many,

It’s rather absurd.

But then think again,

My amateur poet,

To comprehend many ways,

Is a sign that you know it.

Some words are dull,

Enough to make you sleep,

Others are shiny,

They may tempt you to keep.

Words are,

A treasure,

Beyond all,

Measure.

 

She pretty perfectly captured the thing I love so much. Words!  I send my kids to school with words every day!  I find strength in the words of others. I find strength in the sharing of words WITH others. And then my brilliant kid writes a beautiful poem about…WORDS!

As a high school English teacher I encountered a LOT of angst filled poetry. I read so many poems that talked about “love from above” that was as “pure as a dove.” I perhaps became a little disenchanted with the world of poetry. A world that I had once loved. I, too, wrote angst-y tween poetry once upon a time. So I was relieved that my very talented daughter was able to renew my faith in poets. If any former students are reading this, be assured I don’t mean YOUR poems weren’t magnificent. I loved them all. I read them frequently. I have saved each one. They were like words of love from up above, that flew to me on the wings of a dove. But honestly, isn’t that the beauty of words? We can see ourselves grow up by reading the words we wrote in a different season of life. I have kept a journal throughout my motherhood years and some of the things I thought or felt in the beginning make me want to hug 25-year-old, new-mom me. I was so dumb. And I’m sure years from now I will look back and think “Oh, bless her heart!” when I read the things I write now. It’s the magic of words. If they are authentic they can tell us so much about the person who is sharing them.

During this National Poetry Month, maybe take a moment to read something written by your favorite poet. Or maybe even write one yourself. I am personally going to read through the poetry notebook I kept in the 6th grade. So much heartbreak. So much unrequited love. Perhaps it will offer me perspective next year as my daughter starts middle school, when my words may not be the right ones…but at least I might remember what her words felt like.

 

 

One thought on “National Poetry Month: So Many Words

  1. What a beautiful poem our granddaughter wrote! She is amazing… I still keep the precious poems she wrote to me when my mom passed away last year.❤️

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