April is National Poetry Month, a time dedicated to reading, writing, speaking and promoting poetry in Canada.
To ensure that the word of National Poetry Month is heard across the country, the League of Canadian Poets sponsors readings and performances across Canada and produces a blog that features the works of LCP members.
In 2013, the League of Canadian Poets will be celebrating the Fifteenth Anniversary of National Poetry Month, celebrating the wealth of beautiful poetry created by talented Canadians across the country.
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Category Archives: LCP Member Poetry
Rain You don’t pray for rain in mountains. It comes and goes as if to home — sometimes wandering in clouds, other times running into rising streams. The soil is … Continue reading
The Disarmed Heart People arrive at a nuclear site to dismantle various missiles and other weapons of mass destruction Hands gently and tenderly peel away pieces of a shield from a large, viscous red heart until a bit of the … Continue reading
Dinosaur Aloft (at the Royal Ontario Museum) How sleep loves bones: nightly she tends Tyrannosaurus, comforts through the thundering seasons of its life and in its death holds deep its darkening bones. Discovery, slow dynamite, brings into light those bones … Continue reading
LEARNING TO READ Start with something simple, how a thin red comet’s tail streaks the skin of an apple. Watch a trout rise. It leaves a stipple on the sunset lake that grows to a bull’s-eye ripple. What stories come … Continue reading
Varieties of ice in spring One Lumpy and thick, packed snow thawed and frozen. Translucent. Resists ice pick and shovel. Two Edges of snowbanks under sun: clear beads, slick with their own melting. Three Transparent sheet floats, rigid. Fingertip presses … Continue reading
OLD CROW SUNSET Verdant leaves that pepper a morning breeze, not a one nor feathered rumps that perch on spindled clasps, plopping cares away no jump on a morning warmed by vested melodic chirps no hike and play unbarred by … Continue reading
staircase poem 30 imagine tim isaac with his beard & a cello made of clay & fired in his raku pottery studio on bay of fundy shore tim playing like a sweet fiend blues on his raku cello consider this … Continue reading
Still, Life No ladder, no kids to shake them down, the high stubborn apples have gripped the gnarled arms of their tree after the descent of leaves, the last snowfall. Still yellow, mere husks sourly persisting as humans do. Who … Continue reading
Conditions of the shudder 1. Bent over, everything. The reasons for the words were plenty, numerous and latent. 2. Don’t forget to vote. Black ants trickle in, below attention. 3. There is a fear of writing, such an urge to … Continue reading