Only a fool would risenot long before noonon the first of Aprilgreeted by new snowpounding headachedeadlines at workfamily obligationsdaily news nightmaresall the pressures of livingyet exclaiming It’s April!Let’s get going writing poems!Swallow aspirindrink coffeewrite
April is National Poetry Month! Fool that I am, not sure I can manage a poem every day but let’s see what happens. This one is marginally responsive to Brendan's tarot prompt.
The Real Toads are hosting a new prompt every day in the Imaginary Garden to inspire the writing of poems. Please join us!
Yas!!
ReplyDeletePersist in this folly and you shall be wise! :)
ReplyDeleteDrinking coffee sometimes helps me forget the part about the fool.
ReplyDeleteThe fool and I are partners. At least for today. I enjoyed reading this, Marian. But your end notes gave rise for concern. I hope things do get better for you soon. I think I've told you this before, but my old NASA boss, as he walked in and went down the isle of cubicles, would to tell us folk writing the mission reports, "Write faster."
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Do migraines count? Had one for two days, earlier this week. Will pass on the coffee, and workplace stress (those are killers), and family, I miss them, but not worth their abuse of me. Just do your best, that's all we can ask, of anyone, Marian.
ReplyDeletemy head was *pounding* all afternoon and evening. but yes, this. cheers to the road, Marian ~
ReplyDeleteYes. We have to write don't we? Coffee works.
ReplyDeleteI think not knowing how many poems may be written is more liberating than setting an unrealistic target.
ReplyDeleteOh yes.. that coffee works wonders for our muse ❤️
ReplyDeleteNot long before noon, girl what migraine are you caboosing? Fool card reads in reverse too, the abyss of all that means I'm walking on sunshine. At least my migraine today sings thus.
ReplyDeleteI quite drinking my beloved coffee years ago but still have an occasional cup. It's hard for me to believe many are still experiencing snow in April.
ReplyDeleteWelcome aboard...ship of fools it seems...pass the asprin.
ReplyDeleteOh it is a topsy turvy world we now find ourselves living in. Perhaps being fools for poetry will be our silver lining.
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