Day 32: Rewrite a Poem
Take any poem or short story you find anywhere. Rewrite it in your own words.
“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.”
We pray for snow to end. It doesn't.
It simply changes to rain. Endless, unyielding rain.
We forget that winter makes us forget.
As we speed towards spring, it opens up old wounds
That we wish to hide under old bandages.
March provides the vitamins, April brings forth
A rebirth.
We cannot be who we once were, we can only be
What spring asks of us.
Our memories of winter, of sadness, of hate
Have no place in a dream of new beginnings.
Spring rains brings new life.
“Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”