Commence, Cruel Month!

Well it’s National Poetry Writing Month again, and I’m taking the plunge, again. Hopefully I can stick with it this year. 30 poems in 30 days is sheer madness.

I’ll be posting some of them here, but don’t judge too harshly. The goal is not immediate quality but establishing a writing habit, experimenting with unfamiliar techniques, etc.

This one’s just for fun. I am still trying to become more skilled at handling meter and rhyme. This is iambic trimeter in terza rima.


April brings the fraud
of summer–kitschy sun
emerging from the shroud

of late and frosty dawn,
then hurrying about
(but getting little done)

before it peters out.
The days may seem to shine
but warmth is left in doubt.

And so the month begins
in which I will confess
All my poetic sins:

I seek not to impress
but rather be absolved
if guilty of excess.

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