A Memory Of April

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April showers come steady and soft
falling
from the vanilla sky, as indelible these poems
continue
to form themselves on paper
for a week maybe more,
tell me, hey, what’s the news from your bed
it’s hard to keep up
since
my mind is preoccupied,
so what if the wind is smoother than water?
So what if twilight whispers, the inebriated and sober
intermingled,
the serenity of the day is nothing
compared
to the adrenaline rush that writing everyday gives me,
my words kissing the clouds,
a violet hue

who do you need? nobody
you’re lucky nobody’s around
with a pillow propped on top of my bed I continue
this month-long journey

as April showers come steady and soft
falling
from the vanilla sky.

 

Photo credits: Fleur Treurniet, Unsplash

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

28 thoughts on “A Memory Of April

  1. Kerry says:

    so what if the wind is smoother than water?
    So what if twilight whispers, the inebriated and sober
    intermingled… Beautiful descriptions!

  2. HA says:

    I love how you define this solitary space of writing, delving into the sense of one’s own individuality β€” it is indeed lucky to have nobody around. πŸ™‚

  3. Isadora Gruye says:

    I love how you captured such a strong voice of a poet, alone and unafraid. Bold work and beautifully written. Thanks for sharing!

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Isadora πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it ❀️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

    • Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Margaret πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you ❀️

      (Yes, I read just now πŸ™‚ it’s lovely!)

  4. Kim M. Russell says:

    A beautiful opening line, Sanaa! I love the indelible poems forming themselves on paper, the wind smoother than water and whispering twilight, and the adrenaline rush of words kissing clouds. How gorgeous that it’s all wrapped up in April showers falling from the vanilla sky!

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