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Konnichiwa, Campers! Happy Poetry Friday and Happy nearly National Poetry Month! PF link and my own poem are below.And...you have 'til the end of today to enter our giveaway! Details below.
We TeachingAuthors are excited that National Poetry Month begins on April 1st! (And I'm busily stretching my neck, preparing to turn my head a gazillion times an hour for the next 30 days, thinking someone is calling my name.)
Lately, as those of you who follow this blog may remember, I've been in a questioning mode about my writing life. So I set out on an adventure--to take a step back--without much Wi-Fi, social media, voice mail, phone calls or text. To be honest, most of that wasn't on purpose--most of it was because Wi-Fi was spotty at best and I was so busy doing outside stuff I had no time at the end of the day except to write my poem and fall into bed, happily exhausted.
I spent two weeks hiking in New Zealand:
Bruce and I were invited to speak at two schools in Japan: Marist Brothers International School and Fukuoka International School.
Sugoi! (= wow!) I'm still glowing. I don't have any conclusions yet...but here's the poem I sent Bruce last night--and below it is the backstory. (We love the backstory of each other's poems).
CAN'T
"Can't," says Ant.
"Just try," says Fly.
"Why?" asked Trout.
"I'll cry," says Ant.
"Defy," says Fly.
"Won't die," says Trout.
"No," weeps Ant.
"Move slow," says Fly.
"Have a go," says Trout.
"Freak out!" screams Ant.
"Don't doubt," says Fly.
"Find out," says Trout.
"Find out?" asks Ant.
So Fly
helped Ant
find out.
And Ant?
Didn't die.
poem © 2017 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved
Maybe I can do it...to find out if I can do it. That feels light...like something easy, no big deal, as if I'm taking a little kid's hand and leading her to the playground so we can both try the slide, just to find out if it's scary.
Hmmmm.
So much beauty...so many miles of trails ~ |
and then two weeks in Japan with my dear friends, author Bruce Balan and his wife, Alene. They live on their cherry red trimaran, Migration, which takes its name from Bruce's first picture book, The Cherry Migration. They've lived on her for 12 years, sailing around the world.
My notes before meeting Bruce and Alene's friends for dinner... a new language and new names ~ |
CAN'T
"Can't," says Ant.
"Just try," says Fly.
"Why?" asked Trout.
"I'll cry," says Ant.
"Defy," says Fly.
"Won't die," says Trout.
"No," weeps Ant.
"Move slow," says Fly.
"Have a go," says Trout.
"Freak out!" screams Ant.
"Don't doubt," says Fly.
"Find out," says Trout.
"Find out?" asks Ant.
So Fly
helped Ant
just try.
And Trout
just try.
And Trout
helped Ant
find out.
And Ant?
Didn't die.
poem © 2017 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved
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Backstory: Today I heard an actor talk about roles that scare him. He says yes to them to find out if he can do them or not. He said, "What's the worst that can happen—I find out that I can't." Wow. I hope I can be less attached to the outcome when I write. For now, I am inspired by the words FIND OUT. Maybe I can do it...to find out if I can do it. That feels light...like something easy, no big deal, as if I'm taking a little kid's hand and leading her to the playground so we can both try the slide, just to find out if it's scary.
Hmmmm.
Okay, Campers...what are you most afraid of doing? Write a poem about it (and share it with us if you're feeling brave) for National Poetry Month.
And if you're reading this on Friday, you still have time to enter our giveaway for a chance to win Matt Bird's The Secret of Story...it ends tonight, March 31, 2017.
Thank you, dear Amy LV of The Poem Farm, for hosting Poetry Friday!
posted guiltily (for including too many photos) by April Halprin Wayland, with help from her happy hiker's feet!
Ahhhhh....the half-way point of one of our longest hikes in New Zealand |