April's challenge,
(not a woman but a month)
to write a poem every day
as if there's time to do that
when you're busy living.
But I did it once,
for all those days and
managed. Some were good.
and some were frightful.
This would end up
in the latter pile, I think,
if ever I could pile them up,
tall stacks of synonyms
and mounds of metaphors
that never quite make sense
of what the life I'm living
really is.
(c) 2022, Ellen Gillette
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