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APRIL 19
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"PIANO" APRIL 19 One sentence poetry prompt... Epistemic Literary logo Background image of an open notebook on a pile of brown leaves.

#NationalPoetryMonth

April 19th-PIANO

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National Poetry Month~ April 18

Ezra Pound by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
2009 / Oil and acrylic paints on canvas / 24″x18″ / Private collection
schristywolfe.com/2020/04/18/n...

Ezra Pound~ www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/ezra-p...

#nationalpoetrymonth

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"Our Heron"

Observation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight. When we walk down shore. Hand me the binoculars. I’ll hand them back. No, I can see it with my naked eye. Cup your ear. Drink what I say. Because what was that last squabble about? If we draw too near the heron it will go, meaning that for it we will have gone.


 I can’t see it every day all day. Sunlight has nothing to do with our sharing the sight of it. I want twilight. A heron is a “how to” book on twilight. Open anywhere. “How to” is a lonely phrase. Lonely is a start. Try saying so. Try making up and try inconclusion. Try twilight.


 Then try reading a book so good that every page is dog-eared and you know how safe the heron out there in the reeds feels just about now. Each twilight try the same heron the shade of twilight. Twilight hushes to such tones you have to look so carefully at what you see you become hushed yourself. Then a heron. Pulled forward by fish, the baiting saint of the shallows. Its elongated neck tapers to the beak that always precedes head and eye and ears, the beak being both an emissary for and a tender of the senses.

 
 Sometimes behind slender reed it would vanish to sight, we couldn’t make it out, and trying to was like trying to interpret a flyleaf.


 For twenty-odd minutes we’d watch for the heron while we brushed mosquitoes from one another’s faces. The mosquitoes would have drowned in our hearts if they could have.

—William Olsen

"Our Heron" Observation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight. When we walk down shore. Hand me the binoculars. I’ll hand them back. No, I can see it with my naked eye. Cup your ear. Drink what I say. Because what was that last squabble about? If we draw too near the heron it will go, meaning that for it we will have gone.
  I can’t see it every day all day. Sunlight has nothing to do with our sharing the sight of it. I want twilight. A heron is a “how to” book on twilight. Open anywhere. “How to” is a lonely phrase. Lonely is a start. Try saying so. Try making up and try inconclusion. Try twilight.
  Then try reading a book so good that every page is dog-eared and you know how safe the heron out there in the reeds feels just about now. Each twilight try the same heron the shade of twilight. Twilight hushes to such tones you have to look so carefully at what you see you become hushed yourself. Then a heron. Pulled forward by fish, the baiting saint of the shallows. Its elongated neck tapers to the beak that always precedes head and eye and ears, the beak being both an emissary for and a tender of the senses.  
 Sometimes behind slender reed it would vanish to sight, we couldn’t make it out, and trying to was like trying to interpret a flyleaf. 
 For twenty-odd minutes we’d watch for the heron while we brushed mosquitoes from one another’s faces. The mosquitoes would have drowned in our hearts if they could have. —William Olsen

"Our Heron" by William Olsen #poetry #NationalPoetryMonth

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Snapshot—a poem inspired by one of the few pictures I have with my mom & my younger siblings—from My Dead Aunt's Books Reading Series held on Sunday, April 12, 2026 hosted by Sid Gold.
#poetry #poetryperformance #nationalpoetrymonth #poem

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Today's #NationalPoetryMonth selection is "What Goes Wrong" by Julia Alvarez from her collection Visitations. Find copies on our shelves in store or online at SquareBooks.com.

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30 Days of Poetry, Day 18: “If You Paid for Dreams” ✨

In honor of #NationalPoetryMonth, I’m sharing excerpts of poems from my poetry book, “Boats Against the Current.” You can read more in my book—available on Amazon and Kindle!

#poetry #poets #poems #poetrybook #dreaming #poetrycommunity

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Love After Love shorturl.at/uXk4I from WHAT BOOK!? – Buddha Poems from Beat to Hiphop | | | Paperback $15. ebook $6.99. Order from publisher tinyurl.com/388e4vucor or wherever books are sold. For more info: tinyurl.com/mr3byt9p
#NationalPoetryMonth #poetry #mindfulness #mindful #love

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From Pilgrims by Devin Kelly

I'm sorry, he said. It's hard.

I know it's hard, I said.

Are you going to quote the Bible at me, he said.

When have I ever quoted the Bible at you?

I wondered about his choice of that little word: at. Little sharp thing it was. It sounded like cat. Or scat. Even attack. It sounded violent. And I wondered: do I come across as violent? To anyone?
To my father? Strange-that such a tiny word could be so barbed. Though even a stab wound is just a little slit in the skin.

From Pilgrims by Devin Kelly I'm sorry, he said. It's hard. I know it's hard, I said. Are you going to quote the Bible at me, he said. When have I ever quoted the Bible at you? I wondered about his choice of that little word: at. Little sharp thing it was. It sounded like cat. Or scat. Even attack. It sounded violent. And I wondered: do I come across as violent? To anyone? To my father? Strange-that such a tiny word could be so barbed. Though even a stab wound is just a little slit in the skin.

#writingcommunity #poetry
#nationalpoetrymonth

From the intriguing novel, Pilgrims, by Devin Kelly, whose writing is ever and always poetic.

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Poster shows Call for Entries to the international Gerard Rochford Poetry Prize 2026 details at www.mistandmountain.co.uk

Poster shows Call for Entries to the international Gerard Rochford Poetry Prize 2026 details at www.mistandmountain.co.uk

Call for Entries!

Free to enter international Poetry Competition in my wonderful dad’s name The Gerard Rochford Poetry Prize 2026.

Closes for entry 30th June.

#NationalPoetryMonth
#poetry #poems
#poetrylovers
#poetrycompetition

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The savings on poetry is EPIC at teacupsandtomes.com during National Poetry Month! This and other poetry selections are automatically 20% off all month long.

www.teacupsandtomes.com/shop/p/the-i...

#bookshop #usedbookstore #onlinebookstore #indiebookstore #womanowned #NationalPoetryMonth #booksky

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unconventional shadows part the story of now…

#NationalPoetryMonth #onelinepoetry
#micropoetry
#poetry

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There’s still time to share your thoughts 💬
Arc’s community survey is open until April 30. Your input will help shape our direction as we look ahead to our 50th anniversary. Take the survey: bit.ly/ArcSurvey2026 📝
#NationalPoetryMonth #PoetryCommunity

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#PoetryMonth #NationalPoetryMonth

"And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart:

Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath,
And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."

Gibran

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Retweeting #NationalPoetryMonth #2 today for the 120th anniversary of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. I had originally planned to use this snippet for today's poem, but then a 4.6 in the Santa Cruz mountains woke me up in the early morning of April 2. #1906earthquake

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A poster for "Lilypad Hobby & Arts Society" showing a photo of a person drawing over portions of a book page to create a Blackout poem. The text reads:
"FREE
BLACK-OUT POETRY
Crafternoon in the park
2:00pm - 4:00pm
Centennial Park
2805 Carlow Road, Langford
Saturday, April 18th, 2026
www.lilypadvictoria.com"

A poster for "Lilypad Hobby & Arts Society" showing a photo of a person drawing over portions of a book page to create a Blackout poem. The text reads: "FREE BLACK-OUT POETRY Crafternoon in the park 2:00pm - 4:00pm Centennial Park 2805 Carlow Road, Langford Saturday, April 18th, 2026 www.lilypadvictoria.com"

AAAAAHH I FORGOT-

Hey, anyone in the #Victoria BC #YYJ area - this being #NationalPoetryMonth, Lilypad is hosting a Blackout Poetry day in the park!

Centennial Park in Langford specifically: it's free, and open to all. Snacks, knowledge, and materials provided!

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American Poetry Review - Caroline Crumpacker - "You Are a Guest of Nature: Behave" Published in American Poetry Review - Volume 51  |  No. 03

#NationalPoetryMonth Day 18

From where I stand
the river is a symbol

and the landscape less itself
than our idea of itself.
"You Are a Guest of Nature: Behave" by Caroline Crumpacker
aprweb.org/poems/you-ar...

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Who Decides What Poetry Is?
Who Decides What Poetry Is? YouTube video by Kevin Hogan

Tried something new

Who decides what poetry is?

If you like, hit the thumbs up and subscribe for me, it's tough out on the streets

#NaPoMo #NationalPoetryMonth #Poetry #PoetrySky

www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkBW...

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My Body, My House: Disability Poetics | Poetry in Voice I learned early on that my body was not like other bodies. I missed a lot of school, and I was always at the doctor’s office. Being sick put me on the lifelong path of managing and working with my phy...

(4/4) "I have actively followed the poets in this ‘Disability Poetics’ mixtape and gathered their poems like talismans; keeping a disabled body moving in an ableist world can feel impossible, but these poets...have been guideposts."

poetryinvoice.ca/read/mixtape...

#NationalPoetryMonth

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Point Pinos Lighthouse in Pacific Grove, California (2009)

Point Pinos Lighthouse in Pacific Grove, California (2009)

Today's poem and photo is for @cofax.bsky.social:

Seas pleat
winds keen
fogs deepen
ships lean no
doubt, and
the lighthouse
keeper keeps
a light for
those left out.
It is intimate
and remote both
for the keeper
and those afloat.
—Kay Ryan, “Lighthouse Keeping”
#NationalPoetryMonth #18

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I grew up in Shadowood, at the foot of Moonwood Trail.

#OneLine #poem #prompt #shadow @epistemiclit.bsky.social
#poetry #PoetryPrompt #PoetrySky #NationalPoetryMonth

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#NationalPoetryMonth
Breath

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The American
Sycamore tree hoisted high
helps humanity
#HaikuSaturday
#NationalPoetryMonth
Poetry@wb2026

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Coming up: The People's Mic returns on Friday, April 24th! Join Phylisha Villanueva for a community gathering rooted in care, creativity, and connection, where poets, storytellers, and musicians share space and truth.

🗓️April 24th #NationalPoetryMonth!
📍Hudson Valley Writers Center
⏰7-9pm

#openmic

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Poet Kyce Bello stands and speaks at a lectern that says LA FARGE LIBRARY.

Poet Kyce Bello stands and speaks at a lectern that says LA FARGE LIBRARY.

Poet Kyce Bello reads to an audience from a book of poetry.

Poet Kyce Bello reads to an audience from a book of poetry.

Local poet Kyce Bello led reading and discussion about poetry at the LaFargeLibrary Thursday night as one of SFPL's #NationalPoetryMonth offerings.

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#FriendsNotFood
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#Poetry #PoetryMonth
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Toad dreams

BY MARGE PIERCY

That afternoon the dream of the toads rang through the elms by Little River and affected the thoughts of men, though they were not conscious that they heard it.--Henry Thoreau

The dream of toads: we rarely
credit what we consider lesser
life with emotions big as ours,
but we are easily distracted,
abstracted. People sit nibbling
before television's flicker watching
ghosts chase balls and each other
while the skunk is out risking grisly
death to cross the highway to mate;
while the fox scales the wire fence
where it knows the shotgun lurks
to taste the sweet blood of a hen.
Birds are greedy little bombs
bursting to give voice to appetite.
I had a cat who died of love.
Dogs trail their masters across con-
tinents. We are far too busy
to be starkly simple in passion.
We will never dream the intense
wet spring lust of the toads.

Toad dreams BY MARGE PIERCY That afternoon the dream of the toads rang through the elms by Little River and affected the thoughts of men, though they were not conscious that they heard it.--Henry Thoreau The dream of toads: we rarely credit what we consider lesser life with emotions big as ours, but we are easily distracted, abstracted. People sit nibbling before television's flicker watching ghosts chase balls and each other while the skunk is out risking grisly death to cross the highway to mate; while the fox scales the wire fence where it knows the shotgun lurks to taste the sweet blood of a hen. Birds are greedy little bombs bursting to give voice to appetite. I had a cat who died of love. Dogs trail their masters across con- tinents. We are far too busy to be starkly simple in passion. We will never dream the intense wet spring lust of the toads.

Today’s poem for #nationalpoetrymonth
#ToadDreams by #MargePiercy
#NaPoMo #poetry 🐸 💭
“We are far too busy
to be starkly simple in passion.”

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Poetry collection Nighthawks by Lisa Martin (University of Alberta Press) sits on a dining room table with an all-dressed bagel and cup of coffee

Poetry collection Nighthawks by Lisa Martin (University of Alberta Press) sits on a dining room table with an all-dressed bagel and cup of coffee

Handwritten transcription of the poem "Poem at the Closing of a Door" by Lisa Martin from the poetry collection Nighthawks, with plate with bagel seeds on it

Handwritten transcription of the poem "Poem at the Closing of a Door" by Lisa Martin from the poetry collection Nighthawks, with plate with bagel seeds on it

Close-up of handwritten transcription of the poem "Poem at the Closing of a Door" by Lisa Martin from the poetry collection Nighthawks

Close-up of handwritten transcription of the poem "Poem at the Closing of a Door" by Lisa Martin from the poetry collection Nighthawks

"So, change arrives,
milliseconds at a time. Once
we notice, a door slams behind."

#TodaysPoem #poetry #NationalPoetryMonth
Poem at the Closing of a Door by Lisa Martin from Nighthawks (2026 @ualbertapress.bsky.social) ualbertapress.ca/978177212855...

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street crossing
the intersection
of our shadows

#senryu #micropoetry #NationalPoetryMonth

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The Sabbath Bee, Prose Poems for the Seventh Day by Wilhelmina Gottschalk

www.benyehudapress.c...

#poetry #nationalpoetrymonth

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