I’m on a poetry kick, mainly writing it, but reading enough to stay informed.
To push it from a whim to a habit, I’ve set a goal of writing 150 poems by August 31. Sonnets, limericks, non-rhymes, haikus — anything.
Here’s the translation of Pablo Neruda’s “Sonnet I,” the first stanza, to inspire you as well:
Matilde, name of a plant or stone or wine,
of what is born of earth and lasts,
word, which in growing, dawns,
in whose summer the light of the lemon bursts.