A Poem A Day

I am slowly learning that writing is not something solely inspired by the Muse at a given moment. I have recently discovered that a special setting or simply the wish to write often triggers my imagination. I'll probably not write 75 lines per day, but I have come to a point where I realize I can push the Muse to do what I please. It is hard work, but it is also extremely rewarding.

A few days ago, while John and I were on vacation, I decided we had to go back to Pennabilli, a lovely town in the Romagna area where we had spent a lovely afternoon the week earlier, and write right close to the place where the ashes of Tonino Guerra, poet and screenplay writer, rest. It is a spectacularly beautiful place. In his garden, overlooking one of the most beautiful valleys I have ever seen, I wrote 10 poems in a little more than an hour. That place was totally inspiring.

In the past two days I wrote 8 poems and edited one. This made me realize that I can possibly write every day. Even perhaps just a poem a day. I guess this will be a year's goal for me, now. I am starting today. 



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