With this post I’m going to kill several April flies with one poem and twenty photos.
First, today is the second day of the poetry writing month. Hang in there if you happened to find me in the long list of participants of this year’s NaPoWriMo. There are 24×24 of us and after five years of blogging I know exactly four (if I haven’t missed anybody). How can this even be? Hi, Charlotte, Judy, Maggie and Patrick!
Second, this is the official April 2018 post for my 2018 Calendar in the making. Every month I look back and post twenty photos from the same month one year ago. This means that I took all the photos in the gallery below while writing poems for last year’s NaPoWriMo, my first.
And finally, this is the post for the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge on the subject of Hello, April. Which brings us to the poem.
Challenge 2: Write a poem that “resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.”
Hello April Fools
Italy is dry in the north.
Water is low.
And it’s April.
There should be floods.
It’s not the change of seasons,
it’s the seasons changing.
We rely on the cycle
and the cycle is breaking.
We are beyond foolish.
We are dead fools.
What will go first?
Water? Food? The sea?
Did you get that?
Does it compute?
How many more Aprils?
How many more poems?
Yesterday’s post might have made you think that I live in Rome where spring is going crazy, but no, I just visit as I did last April. The first four photos are from there. The rest are from my Maremma, the region north of Rome in the south of Tuscany where I have been living for almost six years. Welcome on a stroll with me.
For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Amy at THE WORLD IS A BOOK…: Hello April