April is poetry month. I am going to write and post one poem a day but first, I must explain. I. Do. Not. Write. Poetry! Toxic.
I love to read poetry, and admire those that write it…. So here goes. An exercise in growth I hope, and those friends who ARE poets, critique is welcome.
Because it is Easter On Friday We walked Downtown. The church-bells rang And they echoed Off the buildings Off the pavement Off the clouds. "OH! It is Good Friday!" How has it gotten To this point? This point Where we No longer Pay Attention?