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Twentieth day of National Poetry Month.  I keep expecting this experiment (writing a draft poem a day in honor of National Poetry Month) to get easier–for topics to appear at my beck and call.  But it was a bit hard to come up with a draft poem today.  All I could think of on the subway this morning was “rhinovirus”.  (I have a cold.)  That topic was not all that appealing.   So, this evening, I fell back on my old standby form–the sonnet, and an old standby subject—relationships.

Couple

Sometimes it’s best to just do nothing,
to stare blankly at a wall and not to
wonder how the crack was made, to toughen
your perimeter nerves till you’ve got to
feel more than a jab of despair to fête
despairing.  Sometimes it’s best not to run
your finger down the plaster, but to let
crumbling crumble; not to reach out one
overheated foot from the blanket, bed,
to climb the chill of that almost smooth plane.
Sometimes it’s even best to leave unsaid
words that will fix everything, that saying
that’s aphoristic but so true, the glue
you’d like to think would make all whole, all new.

For more on sonnets, and more on National Poetry Month, check out the poetry category from the ManicDDaily home page.  And, as always, check out the link to 1 Mississippi on Amazon, a counting book for kids, parents and their pachyderms.