Why not di-verse-ify with poetry this month?

There are a myriad of things to celebrate and support during the month of April. One of those things is poetry. To quote W.S. Gilbert’s Pirate King and his crew (soon to be seen in the UCF-supported Summer Savoyards’ 2012 production, The Pirates of Penzance):

KING: “Although we live by strife,
We’re always sorry to begin it,
For what, we ask, is life
Without a touch of Poetry in it?”

ALL: “Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid!
Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade.
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment!
All hail, all hail, divine emollient!”

You can help BAMirror celebrate National Poetry Month by posting either an original poem or a poem that is one of your favorites. If you send your own work, please include what inspired your writing. (Shameless plugs of published volumes or upcoming public readings are encouraged.) If you choose to send in someone else’s poetry, please include why that particular poem speaks to you.

2 Responses to “Why not di-verse-ify with poetry this month?”

  1. Sharon Ball Says:

    I’ve always loved Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” It has remained relevant all my life, speaking truth equally to restless child and resistant elder.

    The Road Not Taken
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I marked the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    Robert Frost

  2. Scott Michael Anderson Says:


    American flags wrap soldiers’ coffins like bar codes.

    Thoughts, decisions –
    Like roadside bombs; reality detonating.
    Shrapnel of hatred implodes, seemingly transmigration.

    Faith a drug;
    God the addiction.

    Poem Written By Scott Michael Anderson 8/1/2008

    *Poem is essentially about our military presence in Iraq and Afghanistan.
    It was my semantic protest at the time. I still don’t believe we should have sacrificed so many lives to remove two evil leaders.
    Did they need to be removed? Sure. However, I believe there is more special interest and opportunity in control, over in these lands of oil, than to just rid the world of two leaders.
    So a circle of never ending dependency always cycles.

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