April The Eighteenth #SoC write.
April The Eighteenth
I feel an April Fool;
all my ideas have run out,
and there are still many days to go.
No. There is nothing left in the pot
of mind;
leastways nothing that I can find.
Why doesn’t the Eighteenth
signify something… anything?
No. There is nothing.
Not one single, solitary crumb
left upon the plate.
How I hate
to be bereft,
with everything gone,
and nothing left.
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Everything but you sense of rhyme 🙂
True dat – thank you for finding something in my words, Angela. G:)
And adding a typo to my words, to make you shine even more 😉 Wish that was on purpose, but it isn’t.
Have you written an ode to a typo yet?
I may have written an Ode to a Type-O – I shall have to check. All is in the past, apart from what is, and what is yet to be. G:)
I couldn’t imagine you hadn’t 🙂
I have (but only recently) written such an ode – G:)