Bonus round—an unusually long poem, written on my typewriter as I was listening to Henryk Górecki’s Symphony No. 3: Symphony of Sorrowful Songs.
April’s not so bad (a poem)
Bonus round—because I have heard three or four references to ‘April is the cruellest month’ in the last 22 hours. Not being familiar with the work of T. S. Eliot (even though I of course know the name), I had to look it up to find out where it came from. That’s really beside the point, though, since it was the cluster of references that I am responding to. Here is my poem:
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 12: What happens when I try to get up earlier (a poem)
I did not follow any specific prompts for Day 12. Still, this poem feels somewhat like the damage poem suggested in today’s Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge prompt…
NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 11: The library on a Saturday afternoon in April (a poem)
I did not follow any prompts for Day 11. Instead, I went with a slice-of-life observation while I was out and about…