Didn’t even come close to writing a poem a day during April’s National Poetry Writing Month. I am, however, still reading my Poem-a-Day from Poets.org, AND I’m still finding time to write poetry every day. Since writing more poetry was my intention for participating in NaPoWriMo, I’m claiming success.
The best part about reading a poem each day is the time it lets me just think. I like to read a poem before a yoga session or a walk outside. A little time each day to quiet the mind and think is delightful.
As my last illness faded, I got back to my poetry.
Wild flowers snap into bloom. Breezes cool, sun warms. Then the fog drifts in. Shoulders ache. Seed in the feeder, birds sing, What? Cotten in the ears. Aching spreads to the head. Sleep, just a little longer, The aches remain. Breath thick and sticky. Ribs sore from hacking. Wait, same thing, again. Wait, drugs lift the fog, Stop the ache, dissipates soreness. Sweet breezes still cool, Sun remains warm. Another Spring. Another journey delayed. Wait, words will flow again.