It’s National Poetry Month!–take part.  Read a poem, write a poem, recite a poem.

Here’s a poem I began yesterday–not completed yet.  I’ll revise as I go along.

The House Is Finally Quiet on an Early Spring Afternoon

My husband shops at CVS and workers have ceased
their staccato jackhammer crunch of our concrete walk
and porch.  Some sharp-edged blocks remain as helter-skelter

fill for the new porch.  They rest askew in their former places
like mountains upended by earthquake, or God, with color
like gray sea mottled from rain.