4.01.2015

Least It Ain't Snowing

Last Marchgray
garbagebag Jack-o-lantern
thwaps
airexhalation
like spiderwebsugar
measuring Morning
by cloudweight
Seems Spring
lost her directionsense

It is April, National Poetry Month! Time for NaPoWriMo... GULP
Posted by Marian at 6:48 AM
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6 comments:

  1. If April is not the cruelest, it may be (as you have captured so wonderfully here) the most exasperating of them all. Fine, fine stuff.

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  2. spiderwedsugar!

    Seems March winds blew the words into beautiful new contortions for April.

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  3. March winds have done a good job of blowing your words together. Such a creative piece!

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  4. :) Thanks, friends! There has been a pumpkin garbage bag (the kind you might fill with raked leaves) stuck in some bare branches of a shrub for many days, out of season but reminding me each time how long the cold winter has dragged on. I wish I could reach it and remove it from the branch, but it does seem somehow poetic floating there in spring.

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  5. Lewis Carroll visit you? welcome again to the madness of npwm, Marian ~

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