30 Poems in Thirty Days
Because yer ol' Auntie is completely insane, but mainly because it is once again National Poetry Month, I have challenged myself to produce a poem a day for thirty days. This represents a break from my usual m.o., since it usually takes me days, if not weeks, to produce something halfway fit for human consumption. Not only that, I can't guarantee the continued health of this computer, not less the looming specter of other factors which may prevent me from using it at all, still I'm going to give it the decades-out-of-college try.
Before someone reminds me that it's April 2, not the first, I'll add that I am aware of today's date. Didn't start yesterday though, and not just because of a technical glitch. I was afraid LitNutters would think it was an April Fool's joke. There are two offerings today, though, which keeps me on track.
For now.
April 1
Poetry Month
Again it’s April, time to write in verse.
It makes me anxious that I can’t rehearse
these feeble lines, which genius makes look worse.
In literary light they fall to shame,
with excellence exceeding fickle fame.
Unworthy am I to mention the name
of Chaucer, whom time never could discard;
nor less the birth and death day of the Bard,
both on the twenty-third. It’s also hard
with Browning’s fond longing for England’s cool
clime in the month great Eliot found cruel.
But I’ll try it anyway, like a fool.
Take the National Poetry Month Challenge!


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