Another year, another National Poetry Writing Month! Once again, I’m endeavoring to write 30 poems in 30 days. Last year I got to 25, which was pretty exciting considering how much I had going on in the month of April. This year, this month is even more packed, but I’m hoping to do at least as well!
I am kind-of-sort-of following prompts for the month…this one started as a response to a prompt, but veered off:
THAT’S NICE
So you want a seat at this table
with a mouth that has never known
salt, with a nose that does not smell
fear. You want to lick a plate
not realizing you set it yourself
ages ago. Hashtag, you say.
Not all. Stand up
at the table’s edge
and see your company. Stand
on your seat. The feast may,
in fact, be too bitter for your tongue.
Issa M. Lewis 