What is National Poetry Writing Month?Welcome, art enthusiasts and wordsmiths alike, to another episode of Create Art Podcast! We are diving headfirst into the enchanting world of poetry as we celebrate National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). This annual event, which takes place every April, encourages poets and aspiring writers around the globe to embrace their creativity and commit to writing a poem each day for the entire month.The Beauty of National Poetry Writing Month:NaPoWriMo, similar to its prose-centric counterpart National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), is a celebration of the written word and the boundless creativity that can flow when one dedicates themselves to a daily practice. Poets of all levels of expertise are invited to take part, from seasoned wordsmiths to those just dipping their toes into the vast ocean of verse.Create Art Podcast has always been a haven for artists to share their creative processes, and NaPoWriMo offers a unique opportunity for poets to reflect on their craft. With a daily commitment to producing poetry, participants discover new facets of their writing style, experiment with various forms, and explore uncharted emotional territories.Prompt for todayToday, we’d like to challenge you to write a platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing.Poem for TodayWhen You Found Me 2 April 24 When you found me I was at the ripe old age of 19 Didn’t know my ass from a hole in the ground And some days I feel the same When I walked into that coffee shop in Abilene Texas And I still live there in my mind  You welcomed me Gave me a start on my journey Made sure My Favorite Things played In that dust bowl of a town Where I thought I had landed on Mars And the civilization I had encountered before Didn't prepare me for what was ahead When you found me again As I was driving all over my hometown of Screw City Getting high 13 times a day I sat there with an old friend Whose feet stank of bad cheese Who didn’t have enough money to pay for electricity Who had a god that he followed religiously Whose sister was my next conquest You stood by me and made sure my car didn’t kill anyone Including me You and my old friend listened to my rantings As I read books from other madmen And found that you had found them as well And I wanted to emulate them In hopes you would cradle me in your warmth  When you found me next I was still on the weed And I handed you over to my nephew In hopes he would surpass me In hopes he wouldn’t have to struggle as much In hopes he would be able to handle the dragon raging on the inside You found him, but he was too young And had others finding him Helping him tell his story Accompanying him through his journey And now in the mornings when he sleeps in after driving around all night I invoke you to slip into his brain and provide some sort of relief  When you found me for the first time Before the coffee shops Before the weed Before the searching amongst the madmen for sanity I listened to you in the dark Not knowing what I was hearing But feeling something was there Rebelling against the circumstances that I lived through You spoke no words to me But you prepared me for what I am today And for where the journey would take me Letting me know there were other paths that I would not follow Until further down the road A kid, in his bedroom Headphones on Listening to your murmurs That I listen to every night Calming my fears Calming my mind And when I need you, you are always there Closer than lovers Closer than real friends When you found me Sitting in the middle of the night with my newly born children I let them listen to your soft voice In that hospital room with an exhausted wife I gave you entrance Because you were the only one, I would entrust with what had been entrusted to me And I relish the day that I see in my mind's eye When my children sit at my feet And listen with intent to the sounds without words To the feelings you allow me to feel And we can escape this world of impending doom And know we have one friend who will never leave us Even when we stray  When you find them I look forward to that day When you find me Is when I find myself  Reach Out To The PodcastTo reach out to me, email timothy@createartpodcast.com I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. 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