Monday, April 4, 2016

Napowrimo day 4

The prompt was to write a poem about the cruelest month, but I couldn't decide on a cruelest month so I've written a poem that has reasons each month could be the cruelest month - though no reason seems good enough to me to declare a month cruel.

January is the cruelest month
          You have to remember to write a new year
          The nights are cold and long
          You have few holidays to enjoy.

February is the cruelest month
           A fat baby flies around shooting people with arrows
           People celebrate love
            A groundhog predicts long winter or early spring
            Fate at the hands of a groundhog – really?

March is the cruelest month
            It seems as though it’s warm
            But then it suddenly is cold
            And then – to make it all worse – the allergies set in!

April is the cruelest month
           Everyone is a fool on the first
          Taxes are due the 15th
           Will you get cash back or will you have to write a check? We shall see!

May is the cruelest month
          Graduates have so much hope
           It’s getting consistently warm – maybe even hot
           Kids just can’t wait to be free

June is the cruelest month
          Everyone and their dog gets married
          Pointing out the loneliness of those who are not
          The longest day of the year occurs – when will the heat end?

July is the cruelest month
          We celebrate the beginning of a brutal revolution
           Gunpowder fills the air
          The dog days of summer are here!

August is the cruelest month
           Summer is coming to an end!
            We must get ready for school
             And it always seems that we really wasted our vacation.

September is the cruelest month
          Other places have fall in September, but Texas is not so kind
          Cool crisp air, apples on trees? Not here, no sirree!
          At the end of the month is a personal reminder of growth; the 30th can’t go by without me
           Feeling at least a little bit old.

October is the cruelest month
            A false sense that winter is coming
            Hope for a comfortable Halloween
            Adults can’t go trick-or-treating – no candy for me!

November is the cruelest month
                This November will be a year since my wreck
               A pretty bad accident it was – but physically I’m okay
               Thanksgiving will come then and I’ll spend all day cooking and hoping for no drama.

December is the cruelest month
             My bank account will groan
             The days get shorter

              Nights spent wrapping carefully, beautiful packages made – undone in minutes on the day.

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