I realized just a few minutes before midnight it was April 1st
and National Poetry Month! I always write a poem a day in ten minutes or less.
Here is April 1st poem written before midnight, but posted sadly
after on April 2nd.
A
Player Observed
I
don’t want to depart
But
I can’t start
What
I haven’t begun
A song
unsung
A friend
who flew
With
words he knew
A way
to perform
In story
form
His life
he lead
Outside
his head
Though
inside it
Was a
mitt
More
a boxing glove
He fought
in love
The world
surrounding
Ever
sounding
So sure
To lure
The inside
out
Washing
away his doubt
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