National Poetry Month – Week Two
April 8 Haiku – dedicated to a friend who does prison ministry.When metal doors close A path to God’s love opens Inside these gray walls.
April 9For a brief moment, the sun shines brightly overhead The tendrils of winter recede, and we once again venture outdoors We open doors and windows, and drive with the top down, to slough off The doldrums of the chilly months. But wait. Within this brightness, an insidious intruder awaits To quietly enter those egresses, unbeknownst Until it is too late, and we look in horror at our shiny surfaces, Lightly touched with the yellows of spring. Pollen season has begun.
April 10 – It is a strange rhyme pattern: two pairs of words with assonance, bracketed by rhymes in the first and last lines.Oh granite blocks, and wars, and locks. By window the dog curled below, in her world, The sounds of the cello rebound and say hello. And straight across, the homeless wait, lost Their dreams and their stories, schemes and glories, Lie huddled and weary, eyes muddled and bleary. The streets of this city beats, without pity, Where drunks stumble from bars and punks steal their cars. Billions shove and die, love and cry, The urban sprawl, the suburban mall. We are so mere, we should adore and hold dear, our Planet so.
April 11th – Done in the style of Ogden NashMy leather belt It kept his innards in; It keeps my outers up!
April 12th – HaikuI rake final leaves As the flowers of the spring Joyously open.
April 13th – Prepping my parent’s house for their return after six monthsThere once was a couple so gray They scared me by heading this way My stuff I cleaned out Both inside and out OMG They’ll be here by Wednesday!
April 14th – Tax Day Eve, done in the style of a Shakespearian quotationThy hard-won gains doth goeth Where thoust may not knoweth Fair travels, fair Gold! I may seeith yee agin When in Hell it snoweth