Day Four
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today
was: In his poem “The Wasteland,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is
the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge
you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the
cruelest month, and why.
Here’s mine:
NEVER
KNOWING KNOWINGLY
Sitting there looking - bored
forever
Never knowing knowingly - owing
me
Ring me - bring me - sing me a
song
A long, long - long lost song
Why pay rent on a concrete tent
When you can drive a Winnebago
He sings the jingle over in his
head
Like a metronome windscreen
wiper
If any month was heaven sent
It must be March or May
But the cruelest month that
ever was
Was the one when we couldn’t pay
Sitting there looking - bored
forever
Never knowing knowingly - owing
me
Ring me - bring me - sing me a
song
A long, long - long lost song
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