During National Poetry Month (April), I decided to write a poem a month. MAN, has that been hard, and varied. First, it was all about the discipline. Then, it was all about the words. Then, it became about sound and creativity. But lately, I’ve come to the very interesting conclusion, that writing poetry doesn’t only make me word-aware, but it makes me frozen-in-a-moment aware, rather like a photograph. I’ll remember the time, the smell and sights and sounds, which surrounded me each moment I wrote one of these poems.