April Fool (The Poet)

She can do it
She’s done it before
April calls for
a poem a day

She locks out
distractions, lets
herself get lost
in memories and moments

It could be a
song – she has
staff paper on hand,
after all, plenty

It won’t be
floral themes
Funeral scented as
petals fall to the carpet

No “moon June spoon”
songs; something
bluesy with peaks
of soulful wails

She has written
about stoners and
wastrels, powders
up nostrils, bad sex

Politics and pencils
Incense and incest
LGBTQs and rednecks
Allies and enemies

Today, she will
simply vow to
make it worthy,
come what may

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For the Sunday Whirl (see Wordle HERE), and on the sidebar at Poets United, my oasis in the desert; AND for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ Open Link Monday. n celebration of the first day of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month (or Naturally Panicky Writhing Motions, depending on my level of desperation).

The game is afoot, Watson. Watson, the foot is a game. A game, Watson, the foot is. Yeah, I’m ready! Peace, Amy