NaPoWriMo: The Cruelest Month

Can I choose the month most cruel?

Fool I’d be to try.

Why connect such human traits,

hates or loving, days

phrased sour or sublime,

align the sun and forge ahead

instead. Is there pain?

Refrain then, stay resilient.

Brilliant hues and sun-filled skies

fly away too soon,

moon-lit nights and fragrant blooms

zoom in rapid pace,

space out those days in your mind,

find love where you can.

Can I choose the month most cruel?

Fool, I acquiesce.

Yes,

Yes, any month can be too cruel.

Cruel, if it does not have you.

 

An echo poem. NaPoWriMo, Day 4

The prompt was to write a poem on the cruelest month, in response to T.S. Eliot’s well-known line, “April is the cruelest month, “from “The Wasteland.”

 

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12 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo: The Cruelest Month

  1. Love the echoes! What a brilliant form choice for this–calls up the recurring cycles of months and seasons.

  2. Merril, this is beautiful. With poems, I always tenderly hold my favorite lines to savor again and again. In this one, these are my favorites:
    Brilliant hues and sun-filled skies

    fly away too soon,

    moon-lit nights and fragrant blooms

    zoom in rapid pace,

    space out those days in your mind,

    find love where you can.

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