I wanted to say something insensible
about a dead end, how it looks
like a maypole but can’t be danced
around. So many things can’t be
avoided now, as the earth warms
or doesn’t. I wanted to say
farewell to cold, the rain that finds
rivulets in your bone. But I only know
that some things stop and others
continue, and I can’t help you
make any more sense of it than that.
Prompts: Poetic Asides (dead end) and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (maypole). And with that, another National Poetry Month comes to an end.
10 thoughts on “On the Last Day of April”
Some things stop and others continue….the profound reality, well-stated.
Thank you, Sherry! I hope you and the other toads are doing well. 🙂
Sometimes, the only thing we have left to play with, to be with is the living and the thinking… as “some things stop and others continue.”
Thank you! Not sure how I missed this comment until now. I enjoyed writing and blogging with you. 🙂
So true, things rarely just change..
Thanks, Bjorn. I hope you’re doing well, now that April became May and then June.
Poetry day is every day also in May and June…you’ll find me both at dVerse and toads.
It’ll do! 😀