Sometimes in April it rains poems

Tulips

For April—National Poetry Month—I’m trying my darnedest to write a poem each day. I don’t plan to post them here; the poor darlings will be too newborn to be out in the world any time soon. I did, however, want to share the draft I wrote today as it was a direct result of the “ecstasy of looking” I wrote about here. (And it’s also part of the Love Poems series I’ve been working on since last November. At least, I think it is…)

Poem Left in His Pocket on a Page Torn from a Book

I admit you still feel strange to me
in the most ordinary of ways:

how, for example, you look at me
as if I were enough or

how when I put the white tulips you sent
on the kitchen window sill and wait

for the sturdy light of morning
each yellow heart glows

and still, I do not weep.

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Posted on April 1, 2013, in General and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Beautiful in its simplicity…as all good poems are. Thank you for sharing this one. I’m sad that you won’t be posting the rest of your NaPoWriMo poems.

  2. Well done, what a wonderful ambition. I wish you the best of inspiration and fun with this challenge.

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