04/04/26 - Day 4 of 30
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NaPoWriMo Prompt
Finally, here’s today’s optional prompt. In his poem, “Spring Thunder,” Mark van Doren brings us a short, haunting evocation of weather and the change in seasons. Today, we’d like to challenge you to craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length.
My Poem
The Snow Burial
The day after the city's biggest blizzard
Was the day of my grandma's funeral.
Three feet of hard-packed snow
Was the day of my burial.
The bitter cold, the frosted windows
Kept me supplicated
At eleven, I already knew
What it was to be suffocated
From under my blankets
I pled and cried no
No, I didn't want to
And No, I wouldn't go
I could've stood the biting cold and
I could've held my grandma's cold hand,
But holding the hand of the man with the cold plan
Was something I couldn't stand.
I couldn't stand to look at the grey clouds.
So, I burrowed under my burial shrouds.
He begged me to go.
I buried my innocence and cried again, NO!
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