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It’s national poetry month and I’ve got to say, I haven’t read poetry in ages. Mainly because I read a lot of freeverse and despised it from the bottom of my heart but also because I didn’t know how to go about reading poetry that wasn’t in the classics.

Honestly, the last time I read poetry was when I studied it in school a couple of years ago.

But, this last month (march) I read two poetry collections. A hilarious Wendy Cope one and an absolutely enchanting VIkram Seth one. It rekindled my love for poetry to the point that I started writing again.

Of course the credit doesn’t just go to the two books. It also goes to this amazing app called Haiku Jam. It is a rather new app that’s been doing the rounds, mainly with contests. I discovered it through a contest myself but it is really fun.

It works like this. You write the first line of the Haiku, someone else writes the second and then someone else writes the third and final line. Now please remember, a Haiku is 5, 7 and 5 syllables respectively. As a stickler for details I do get annoyed a bit when people deviate from the rules. But the upside is you can also make your own groups and make haikus within that.

It is a great app to bring back the love for Haikus, which are absolutely amazing.

You can find the links for the iOS and the Android app here.

I leave you with one of my favourite poems.

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Pablo Neruda

*Image from wordsdance.

Happy Poetry Month. Tell me what your favourite poem is below.

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