April is National Poetry Month: Poets, I salute you! (I write some poetry, but I do not consider myself a poet)
Read some poetry, or better yet, write your own.
Here is one of my published poems (this one is appropriate for Louisville’s current weather):
I Ain’t Noah
By Charles Suddeth
The rains kept coming down,
They would not stop,
Not until the floods washed up,
Water covering the world.
But I ain’t Noah,
And I didn’t have a boat,
And I didn’t have a plan,
And I didn’t have a mop.
I was soaking and dripping,
Even my soul waterlogged.
A pig-jowled weatherman mumbled,
The drought is finally over.
But I didn’t cheer,
And I didn’t dance.
I ain’t Noah,
And I sure can’t swim.
