April, Come She Will
A table of contents, and a question
It's May 1st, which means that April — Poetry Month — is over.
I completed my task of writing a poem a day, except the days I was recovering from my eye injury, and one more.
Here’s the list of poems to revisit:
April 1 - Better to Trust Oneself - About a tumbleweed, and life
April 2 - Negative Space - About the things that can’t be seen around us
April 3 - There’s a Song the Night Sings - A love song for music of the night
April 4 - When Did I Begin - Resurrection and origin stories
April 5 - Better Than I Found It - An awkward relationship with gratitude
April 6 - Ode to a Woman’s Body - Even after all these years…
April 7 - safe conversation - On not knowing what to say
April 8 - While the gravy waits - Thinking about faith and god
April 9 - A tendency to stay in - On wanting an IRL life
April 10 - One Hot Second - I’m alone
April 11 - (Posted on FB)
A poem on a tired day
Heartbreak is molten copper.
It sounds like a train in the night.
It smells like a wet woodsmoke.
It tastes like chicory and absinthe.
It looks like an empty plate.
It feels like falling falling falling in a dream.
April 12 - A Dry Pen - On talking to our elders
April 13 - Dream of an A-List Love - My John Cusack dream
April 14 - A pleasant April Day - Savor spring
April 15 - A river does what it wants - You can’t stop it.
April 16 - A Thousand Weary Souls - A man walks by
April 17 - Instructions - Instructions on how to love me
April 18 - Somedays - About the length of a day
April 19 no poem
April 20 - This is the morning - A realization
April 21 - I remember being 14 - A memory
April 22 - Welcome to my post-apocalyptic novel - For the man not reading
April 23 - Inside the pause, it was forever - Time outdid herself
April 24 no poem
April 25 no poem
April 26 no poem
April 27 no poem
April 28 - Red Orchid Irises, After the Rain - Look around
April 29 - A Found Prayer Flag - A found poem for a friend
April 30 no poem
You can probably figure out that I poked my eye ‘round about 4/24 and started to feel better several days later. At the very least, I wanted to get back to my poems.
I do this project to challenge myself — I share it because that forces me to have somewhere it needs to be. Thanks to those who read along the way.
I’d be interested to hear feedback from anyone who read along the way what the experience was like, as whole.
Thanks again for your time!
E