I was going to start April
With a Foolish Slice,
Real Life Intervened
The sky was dark
The lights flickering
As I brewed Lemon Ginger.
The thunder was deafening
The lightning spell-binding
As I settled to read end-March slices.
I connected, commented, smiled,
Reflected, wondered, agreed,
Enjoyed the afterglow
As the storm raged outside
Until the lights and internet
Declared the month done.
No more reading
No more commenting
For now,
Yet, a sound and light show
Beckoning attention
Heralding April Poetry.
2 comments:
I love how the afterglow of reading led into the glow of the light show in the sky. arjeha
Beautiful poem, Anita, about the end of the March Slice of Life for you. I like that before and after the Internet went out, you made the most of the circumstances. I'm glad you got to sit in the power of the storm for a minute.
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