It is the last day of the Poem A Day challenge. I’m sorry to say goodbye to this wonderful adventure and I am already looking forward to next April. This challenge was a good reminder that the impossible ready does take just a moment longer.
I hope you have enjoyed this journey as much as I have and I already have a poem for the first of May. Thank you for reading and for your kind words of support in the comments. Though I do write in part for myself feedback and comments make it feel less like I am writing in vacuum.
Day 30 write a calling it a day poem.
Standing over thirty pots of clay
she she rubs her palms together.
I have done all I can do.
Planted in neat and crooked rows
it is up to nature now. Let’s see
how many April showers will spill
into May. And how many poems
will bloom in the hearts of strangers.