It’s the last day of April, the last day of National Poetry Writing Month, and the final prompt is to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place.
come back to me I know you’re angry but please put your anger aside and remember what we’ve had together and can still have would it help to know that I’m very sorry I was wrong I shouldn’t have done it shouldn’t have said it wouldn’t have except I was hurt I wish I could erase the pain I caused you but when I thought you stopped loving me I wanted to hurt you too I was mistaken but what was I to think you became so distant you didn’t talk to me barely looked at me I didn’t know what was bothering you why didn’t you tell me I wouldn’t have though less of you I would have shared your struggles less of a burden when carried by two but you didn’t give me a chance so I told you to get out that I didn’t love you any more and you left without a word I had to hear from someone else that you lost your job like so many others during this terrible time we could have made it through would have made it through together still can so please forgive me call me come home fly home drive home hitchhike home run home walk home or call me I’ll come get you just come let me love you again
My grand total for April 2021 is twenty-seven poems. That’s what I like about challenges–they motivate me. That’s not to say that all the poems are great–they’re not. I do like the one above. It might be my favorite of the month. Another one I especially like is The Wedding Cake Knife. My most “liked” poems this month were the one I wrote about my daughter Erin, and Watching the children play in every season, which surprised me, because I considered that a throwaway poem; it felt so uninspired to me. You never know what will touch another human being. Let that be a lesson to me.