NaPoWriMo: Day 1. Oh, grand. I’m supposed to write a poem a day in April and I’m already out of ideas. But that never stopped me before. So I’m going to start with a short rhymed–abacadaea–piece about something I heard listening to an audio of a Alexander McCall Smith story the other day. Is it true that W.H. Auden never put a space after his commas? I haven’t tried to confirm but it’s a lovely story.
Auden, I’ve heard, never left a space
After the comma; never a pulse
After the pause. Why no trace
Of breath where breath is signified?
Was he bidding us hurry, to race
On to his next thought, his next image:
Calling on the lagging reader to embrace
His poem as he did, flying from typewriter
To page, dissonant jazz beat, staccato grace.
And yes, I did leave spaces after my commas. Mama didn’t raise me to be a copy-cat.
So, Day 1, mutilated and done.