march left me in a lurch
suppose it was in a hurry to go
to exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead.
to usher in the harsh summer
the april sun hits out at me.
painfully, I carry it on myself
a tempest in the making-
burning my skin in the process
loud march should have stayed
if the compass had not let it stray
maybe it needed my persuasive power
which I needed to use.
"riches of the disappearing months,
I try to collect in my palm-
waiting for you to pluck it from there"
This is really lovely. March weather here is still lingering, and as a result. I'm not finding April quite so much - at least yet. ☼
ReplyDeleteVery cool! especially the last section.
ReplyDeletethanks for visiting!
If you don't like the weather here, just wait five minutes. April is barely out of the starting blocks, give it time!
ReplyDelete'to usher the harsh summer'
ReplyDeletesounds so delicious on the tongue!
"Loud march" is also a good play on words, as loud marches for freedom are taking place all over the world, even here in Madison, though our stakes are far less than the brave souls in Syria, Yemen, Egypt, and other places where peace is not a priority of some police...
ReplyDeleteBless you, Gautami, for providing a bit of whimsy and a some food for thought. I'm at Writer's Isle this April as well:
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/the-man-who-became-an-island/
Peace, Amy
I like the way March marches on - I just wish we had a bit of that april heat in Manchester!
ReplyDeleteHappy Napowrimo!!
<3
"Loud March" love that, Gautami.
ReplyDeleteHappy napo!
Pamela
End of March always gives me a new beginning..yes, I was born on April 1st... and then which other date would have been right for me to take birth..thanks Gautami for a wonderful poem as usual..
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, and how I wish it could apply here - we could do with some of that April heat. We have snow, ice, ice and snow - and,did I say, snow!
ReplyDeleteAn original slant. I like it very much.
ReplyDeleteIt sprang past didn't it! Like a March-hare..Jae
ReplyDeleteI love reading your poems..unique and thought provoking.
ReplyDeletegreat poem. I am glad to see March go it was cold and snowy here and I am ready for Spring.
ReplyDeleteMarch was a bit too schizophrenic for me and so far April has deluged us with her rain. Maybe May would work out.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I wish I wasn't so rock-solid in my conviction that I suck at writing poetry...I love writing it, but I refuse to let it out into the world.
ReplyDelete"loud march....." is such a great description, and it succinctly sums up an event that takes 31 days to complete! Great Centus!
ReplyDeleteNamaste..........cj
Such an intriguing way to use our prompt...a season exits...cool...Peace and blessings
ReplyDeleteI am in awe of this bit of poetics. You have a gift.
ReplyDeleteThey do disappear fast don't they. Like sand through your fingers.This was lovely!~Ames
ReplyDeleteWell done and a very haunting picture you painted !!!
ReplyDeleteOh, to have the ability to keep perfect days with us?
ReplyDeleteGreat poem!
great poem and yes in reality for us Jan and Feb were far worse than March that did seem to slip by rather quickly!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the season exiting right now.
ReplyDeleteGood job.
=)
Your words are like a gun loaded with bullets of significance!
ReplyDeletelove the image of the compass that directs our life through seasons, very nice.
ReplyDeletehow come some people are SO gifted with words I loved it thank you
ReplyDeletewow. you are truly gifted at writing.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful! You really have a gift! I'm glad you enjoy sharing it.
ReplyDeleteStunning! I think it is such a talent to be able to write poetry!
ReplyDeleteIt takes a talented writer to use that prompt in a poem. This is really good. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeletexoRobyn
sheilagh lee said: nicely done.
ReplyDeleteand March really is so loud ... i just didn't realize it until i read it here ... beautifully crafted!
ReplyDeleteDelightful! I don't envy you your harsh summer sun.
ReplyDeletereally like the style you've carved out with these. And I hear you about the weather - in NYC, we're still mired in winter.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and poignant writing. This was like a gift...I read it through several times and each time another layer of meaning was revealed.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely writing.
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