Happy New Year! You know what that means. Resolution time. This year, one of my many goals is to read a poem every single day. 365 poems in 2013, at the least. This may seem like a ridiculously easy goal. Don't underestimate the power of laziness. Although I subscribe to two poem-a-day emails, my favorites tool-bar is a row of poetry websites that are only a click away, and my house is littered with old and new poetry books, I go days, sometimes weeks, without reading poetry. Just because you love something doesn't make you faithful. Loyalty requires hard work and determination.
Sometimes I sit down with a poetry book and read it cover to cover, like a greedy child hording candy bars. The satisfaction is short-lived. I feel real good for an hour or so, and then I can't remember the pleasure of what I just shoved into my body. I don't savor things. Maybe my resolution should be to savor every part of my life, and maybe I'll work on that. For now, let's focus on poetry. Not only will I read at least a poem a day, but I'll actually ponder the poem without rushing, without just thinking Oh, that sounds lovely; I wish I had time to think about what it means.
Today is Day 1. Wish me luck. My bookmark tells me we're beginning our journey with "After Apple Picking" by Robert Frost. Beginning anything with Mr. Frost is the way to go, methinks.
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