Muse
Photo copyright, Cher Cunningham

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

—from “Eating Poetry” by Mark Strand

Whether it's free verse, haiku, whatever, enjoy it. Oh, and for those who think National Poetry Month's not such a good idea, you might be interested in reading this article by Charles Bernstein.

Cher

Poem for today:

Language
by W. S. Merwin


Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture. Like our marrow, and the color in our veins. We shine the lantern of our sleep on them, to make sure, and there they are, trembling already for the day of witness. They will be buried with us, and rise with the rest.