April is National Poetry Month and there is a challenge I’m participating in where you write a poem per day.  I have decided to share some of them here. They aren’t very good, but being good isn’t really the point. Almost all are a work in progress.

I fill these pages
with mediocre poetry.
Frivilous words,
roped together
to occupy the dead space in my heart
when you aren’t here to fill it.
What a dangerous thing,
to love so much.
What a foolish enterprise,
to let go in trust.
A free fall.
Uncertain what I will find:
our love forever true
or my heart
shattered and blue.