The Academy of American Poets has designated April as National Poetry Month for some time now. While it seems to be focused more on increasing sales of poetry books, whatever one thinks about the AAP, it can't hurt to have a month when you can focus your energies for a month on poetry as it exists, as it is read and shared, as it is created.
To that end, Maureen Thorson has been celebrating by writing a poem a day every April since 2002, I think. Hence NaPoWriMo, whose acronym I actually have a soft spot for. I've decided to participate this year, so I set up a separate blog for my NaPoWriMo poems: showressoote.blogspot.com
It's just a spur to generate material that I may or may not use later - I'm not going to be terribly serious about it this year. But it's an experiment that can't hurt. I hope.
Anyway, here is a poem by Bill Knott:NAOMI POEM
The beach holds and sifts us through her dreaming fingers
Summer fragrances green between your legs
At night, naked auras cool the waves
Vanished
O Naomi
I kiss every body of you, every face
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