To the piles of patterns with
To the everlasting cracks full
of weeds and wanting
To the dirty car of conveyance that
begs for a bath
To the older body pushing away
diets like a toddler
To the love of my life who
never has to explain
To the ache of looming loss unable
to reach me
To the unwritten lines boiling up without
rhyme or reason
*And also have to say that I’m amazed to have made it, glad to fulfill a commitment, encouraged by the act of writing every day, and really impressed with the poets and poetry I’ve encountered along the way. Thanks for the support and hope to see the poems continue!
I wrote a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?