April is National Poetry Month. The good folks at National Poetry Writing Month encouraged every writer to write a poem each day of the month.
I can’t do that.
My poetry is more Dr. Seuss than Professor Natasha Trethewey. My poetry in a nutshell sucks like Karine Steffans badly and horribly.
Rather than shame myself by posting my not-ready-for-primetime poems, I will post a few poems that I love.
From the great Nikki Giovanni (who happens to rock the crimson and cream), Alone:
i can be
alone by myself
i was
lonely alone
now i’m lonely
with you
something is wrong
there are flies
everywhere
i go
alone by myself
i was
lonely alone
now i’m lonely
with you
something is wrong
there are flies
everywhere
i go
