Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
| April is here. I had barely got my mind out of February and into March before Spring arrived and April showed up. It's been a calm April so far, but I always think of April as a windy month. Perhaps because I always put kites in the kids' Easter baskets and we always took them to the park to fly them. I was reminded of those excursions today when I stumbled upon this little poem in my portfolio. The kite is heavier than air So, one would not fault it For lying on the ground And refusing the sky But when April boasts and blusters And the air is full of gusty arguments The trees wave their arms wildly and The kite is goaded into a reply Of course, once I had read it I remembered only the one reviewer who came upon it and rubbished it for various reasons. I felt the reviewer didn't understand the concept of quickly writing an eight line poem from a prompt on a daiy basis, as this was written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " . A lot of my little poems there are roughly drafted. Nevertheless, harsh reviews stay with us much longer than lavish praise. Still, it's April. Spring is here and there's time to write more bad poetry about it before Summer hits. |