Wonder no more, pilgrim, and instead feast on this tasteful and ever so mod banner to the right of us.
Thirty days hath insanity, and this time the theme is LETTERS.
So. I’ve been conserving energy.
Here goes something
probably cheesy unedited:
The mouth-feel of each
Or the warbling of doves.
Sometimes like spitting.
Or spicy and cédille, like tarragon or cloves.
They chorusline together and deliver everything
From base and vulgar
To deepest eulogy.
They trip over ty-ops.
They rain and spit during a fight.
But no letter sounds sweeter
Than a baby’s first full AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
©Maria C. 2008
April is also National Poetry Month.
I’m actually… excited.
Even if my muse suffers from criminal corniness.