Friday, April 1, 2011

Day 1

April's foolish month of hopeful blooms
perfumes the skulls of winter
pursuing a perusal of impermanent perfection
color weighting when cooked by summer's heat
the beating wait of explosive fragrance
a perfusion of confusion
before death comes once again
to laugh at us all with clacking teeth

3 comments:

  1. Kay, who said "April is the cruellest month?"

    Your opening and closing lines are really great.

    The sounds of this poem are really impressive.

    For example, pursuing a perusal of impermanent perfection/ .../a perfusion of confusion

    Chen-ou

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  2. Really potent, Kay (and sounds like someone's been reading her Fr. Hopkins!). ;)

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  3. Ha ha! Brian, actually no, I've been reading Allen Ginsberg, but after looking up Fr. Hopkins I can't help but see similarities in their thinking! They both fit my untamed, sprung brain.

    Sprung, Spring, both are here. :o)

    Thank you both for your encouragement. It makes the challenge of writing a poem a day again even more enticing!

    ~Kay

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