Thursday, April 30, 2020


NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Our final (optional) prompt! In some past years, I’ve challenged you to write a poem of farewell for our thirtieth day, but this year, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns. For, just as the swallows come back to Capistrano each year, NaPoWriMo will ride again!


After an unfortunate haircut 
I took solace in realizing 
My hair would return. 
And there is comfort in knowing 
The months of snow will go, 
The days of will rain end, 
The mud will dry, 
The screeching birds 
Outside my window 
When I want to sleep 
Will finally take a break. 
What if, like my Barbie’s hair, 
They didn’t come back?

1 comment:

Byron said...

Stop Rhyming! I mean it!