Poets.org has a list of 30 things we can do to celebrate National Poetry Month.
Hmm. Let's see.
I'm a New Yorker, so I can celebrate Poem in your Pocket Day (a bit early). I keep the poem-a-day calendar on my desk, and often stuff a poem in my pocket. The poem that I stuffed into my pocket today (actually, it's the poem from April 6, but no matter) is by Molly Peacock:
The Land of Tears
You can stop in the spot you're already in
and enter the Land of Tears. It takes
a liquid thought inside the tin
mixing bowl of the brain pan, full of aches
from the scraping of your mind-spoon to make
the journey of the ingredients, the batter
that you turn out into a pan and bake
back into your old self, now new matter,
all because of that liquid thought mixed-up
with your dry milled existence. Curiously
simple tears stop the furiously
churned air, as a door opening up
stops an argument. You know what you meant.
As, after a rain, the air is brilliant.
I think this also qualifies as reciting a poem to family and friends.
I already subscribe to their free newsletter.
Next, I think I'll write to the post office and suggest Allen Ginsberg for the subject of a stamp.
It's a start!