As much as I love National Poetry Month, I always get to the point where I am DONE with writing poems. Unfortunately, I run of energy before April runs out of days. This year, I was mentally finished writing on April 25th, so I’m just happy to get all these poems done.
Day 27 – Looking Back
Red rocks reek of a time before
this river raged, when ocean waves kept the peace
with their rhythmic sway and the fish sang
lullabies through gaping mouths.
Day 28 – Matter/Anti-Matter
Apply heat to cause a burn,
a balling up into a rock-sized fist
of dust to be broken apart at will.
Day 29 – What Nobody Knows
She hadn’t moved away nor fallen
madly deeply for the Italian guy
from the housewarming party.
Seven years to get here, four more
to get the hang of the place
and bask in its bright orange glow.