April Showers

 

Morning water wakes and warms,

begins the dance of day.

April showers.

Songs and flowers ricochet around the rays;

anticipating conversations, Sunday lunch, and lazing,

the nearly-finished novel she's been saving for today.

April showers.

Musk, vanilla, ginger, mint.

'Hallelujah', smoothing fruit

across her plump and freckled

lump.

Acid iron on her tongue.

Musk, vanilla, freckled lump.

Water shudders; hollow gulp.

April shivers.

One more time, it might be gone.

Musk, vanilla, freckled

lump.

April showers, swallows dust.

The day begins again.

 

 

NaPoWriMo2018

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Laura Taylor

Fri 4th May 2018 11:41

Thanks Big Sal

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Big Sal

Thu 3rd May 2018 15:52

Love the imagery!

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Laura Taylor

Thu 26th Apr 2018 14:25

19th poem for NaPoWriMo 2018. Prompt: write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.

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