I’m lacking motivation for National Poetry Writing Month, April 2023.
The inane prompts will bring on paroxysms of poetry-rage… I already expect that.
But at least I can bring forth from my storehouse certain drafts I have had sitting around since last May, as well as attempt to follow some of the prompts.
This first one is tolerable enough:
Bonobos and Seahorses mate
in a very peculiar state.
First they raise up a flag—
then they dress up in drag
to attack and accuse and berate.
Let the rainbow resume its old role
Or we’ll have to call damage control;
It’s a sign from above;
Yes, it’s true God is love,
but He may not forgive your lost soul.
EARLY BIRD PROMPT:
write a poem that plays with the idea of a fun fact.