I thought of this yesterday, the notion of eve of eve… how long things take to arrive when you’re waiting not so patiently. Yup – it’s time to buckle up for another month of National Poetry Writing Month folks! Starts officially tomorrow!
After explanations of ‘eve’,
As children we would announce
Christmas eve EVE.
penultimate way station.
We had waited all month –
counting down, wishing, hoping,
until the EVE arrived
with its own ceremony,
its own breathless holiday
its own countdown to sleep
then unseen turn from eve
to day, once distant,
now sweetly laid
upon our sleeping lips.
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But then, isn’t every month poetry month?
True enough Rosanne, true enough.