April

Eliot’s an idiot If he thinks April stinks.

I like April. I get to write poems Tapping away without a care in the world beyond Scaring a metaphor out of hiding Finding a a rhyme (Which is as easy as tickling a simile Out of my stream of consciousness .)

Lending an ear to assonance and Holding a meter to ransom.

Oh yes!

It’s Good. All good.

E

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day One

The Poet sits up in
Bed, so inspired, she lets
Her tea grow cold.
It’s like this,
She tells you, turning
Poetry like a prayer-wheel.

There are sacrifices to be made.And she smiles, because
teasing you, and she knows.

You’ll smile too!

LP