To be honest

To be honest,

my Happiness Jar

isn’t filling as fast

as it used to,

not for lack of

happiness, per se,

but perhaps a lack

of attentiveness.

To be honest,

it feels like each

crossed off day on

my calendar is

another reminder

that I’m not where

I thought I’d be at

twenty five and ¾.

To be honest, this

poem feels a little

too genuine and it

could be the wine talking,

or the guilt at purposely

avoiding poetry, but

I’d rather not post

this poem or any poem

I’ve written lately,

because some

things are best

not shared.

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It's over, folks. National Poetry Month comes to a close tonight. I leave you with this for now: an apologetic offering for the last third of the month, when my (published) poems were sparse. If you think this is bad, you should see the ones I kept to myself! Only kidding. April isn't about good or bad, it's about creatingcreatingcreating. And some creating happened behind the scenes...you might see the fruits of those labors in upcoming, non-poetry-focused months. ;)

Followers of this blog know what's next: photography. Set in May, National Photography Month (NaPhoMo perhaps?) is a convenient, well-placed break from the emotions and headiness that poetry revels in. Some photography inspires poetry, or stories, and some just begs to be gazed at. Some pictures aren't worth the "photograph" label, while others transcend mere photography and demand to be called art. I'm exploring all of it. Starting tomorrow. Right now, I drink wine and read romance poems.