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April

In the Land of Ennui – Rick Stephen

This poem was inspired by a particularly slow and tedious day. I was far more than bored and blue, I suffered from full-blown ennui. It’s a word I rarely use but was most apropos, I think. As you read, you will notice a tip of the hat to William Shakespeare toward the end, a quote I think fit in with the flow quite well. Thanks for reading. As always, your comments are most appreciated!

ennuiIn the Land of Ennui

The sun rises
on another day
just one more
in an endless sequence
that hold nothing
but onerous seconds
followed by more
onerous seconds
making mundane minutes
and the minutes, irksome hours
laden with fatigue
marked only
by heavy sighs
and rolling eyes
holding no interest,
challenge or danger
only an unsated desire
for some flame of fire,
a spark of hope,
a break in the tedium
waited for
but not coming
and after waiting interminably,
suddenly,
the sun dips low
and shadows grow
the day succumbs
and what dreams may come,
will be my salvation,
in the land of Ennui

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April

April is National Poetry Month!

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April is National Poetry Month in the US. It is the largest literary celebration in the world, with tens of millions of readers, students, K-12 teachers, librarians, booksellers, literary events curators, publishers, bloggers, and, of course, poets marking poetry’s important place in our culture and our lives. If you don’t happen to live in the US, it doesn’t matter. You can celebrate poetry wherever you are. Poetry is a universal thing that knows no national boundaries!

You can read more about National Poetry Day, why it’s important and how you can participate by clicking here. In fact, here are 30 Ways to Celebrate National Poetry Month. Do something to enhance your life. Make poetry a regular part of it!

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April

Cupid’s Miscue by Rick Stephen

Cupid's Arrows by Perrault Leon Jean Basile

Cupid’s Arrows by Perrault Leon Jean Basile

Cupid’s Miscue

My love I found when young and stupid,
an easy target for a careless Cupid

Who never did take the blame
for the results of his errant aim

A lovely lass and a handsome guy
each having caught the other’s eye

Went not unseen, so Cupid’s arrow flew,
found her heart and true love grew

And having little time to waste
his next shot made with reckless haste

Turning, drawing, the arrow flew
this time though his aim not true

Cupid then left without a care
to find and match another pair

Not waiting long enough to see
his arrow miss and then strike me

Leaving she and I both standing there
the victims of his grievous error

With hopes for love looking grim
since I love her and she, him

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