It's National Poetry Month.

Sounds like a time for celebration. 

Or perhaps some poetry.

Good or bad the challenge has been given.

The gauntlet thrown down. 

A poem a day - good or bad - for the month of April. 

As seen here: http://laurelsnyder.com/?p=19

A warning: 

It's not going to be pretty.  

Anthony Minghella is Dead

I will truly, madly, deeply miss his voice. 

Gravity

Her breasts drooped and curved. 

She caught him looking. 

Just Looking

“What?” she would ask.

“Nothing.” He’d respond and keep staring, a smile crawling across his face.

“What?” she’d say annoyed.

“Just looking,” he’d say.

“Stop.”

And he would. It was over just like that. He had learned not to pursue the point. Engagement was not going to happen. He let it go.

New Favourite Album

Grizzly Bear - The Friends EP

It is indie-rock with banjo and the Beatles.

Or something like that. 

The Six Word Memoir pt 3

He let go and never recovered.

Saturday Night

"You will never age for me."

"Write me well."

I simply adore Shakespeare in Love and I write this with a tear in my eye. 

It's a mystery really. 

 

Today

Deanna got felt up by a raindrop. 

"It's cold," she shrieked.

The Six Word Memoir pt 2

His last act was with her. 

The Six Word Memoir pt 1

He got lost finding his way. 

La Luna

He lay there staring out his bedroom window hoping she was looking at the same moon. 

Sunday Morning Swimming Lessons

The lifeguards are blurry-eyed wearing night before hair.