So, April is upon us. I almost forgot it is NaPoWriMo. 30 poems in 30 days. I love love love this event. I don’t always fulfill the brief but I always have a go. So, today, i will start off as follows…
Here we are again.
We find ourselves.
Revolving doors have no patience.
Momentum chased by weight and friction.
And we put forward our fresh start.
We put out our stall.
Intention full to bursting.
But we close on first night.
The lines cross.