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KEELEY’S APRIL 30-DAY CHALLENGE
Is Poetry Month Over, Yet?
A poem doesn’t have to be about cheese to stink.
Day Twenty-Five prompt: Write a poem about your favourite season.
I could have lied and written a flowery poem about all the wonderful things my favourite season brings, but there’s one problem. I don’t have one. I recently wrote about the issues each season brings, and it was less than vibrant, so a reader suggested I make a list of all things promising, and I did. But it didn’t stick. Old habits die hard.
Then, I saw this prompt.
Really, Keeley? Must I go through this again, and this time in poetry form? Are you trying to ruin my reputation as a rising poet?
Sorry, I don’t have it in me to conjure up a favourite season, much less a brilliant poem. So, at the risk of exposing a less-than-optimum piece of poetry, here goes:
If I have no favourite season,
Must I give you a reason?
Just give me a couch,
I’m the seasonless grouch.
I can’t stand the heat,
Or your gross, stinky feet.
I hate feeling hot,
A sun worshipper, I’m not.
