NaPoWriMo,  Poetry

“April Is The Cruelest Month”

Eliot

 

The Day 4 prompt of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a poem about the cruelest month-what is the cruelest month to you and why?

I really gave this a lot of thought because, truly, some months are harder to get through than others some years. And, some people (like AJ) have one month in particular every year that ties them onto the train tracks while it plays chicken with the oncoming engine.

But what month is the cruelest month for me? I couldn’t decide. Generally speaking, I feel it depends on my attitude. Last year I would have to say it was December… or maybe this past January… and February…hell, March was freaking brutal.

Except that they weren’t hard at all. Frankly, the only reason they were hard is because I was sick and went through a mild depression so my attitude towards life in general sucked. March in particular kicked my ass. I am finally feeling well and human again. Positive things have been happening and so my attitude is better.

That got me thinking though. Is today’s society hard-wired to expect a certain time of year to be harder than the rest? Have we been inundated with so much negativity through media that we simply begin to complain…about anything? What right do we have to complain at all? We have the right to pursue happiness, but what I’m seeing and listening to currently is hate and negative thinking…and it’s all around me. Does other people’s expectations influence the time of year for certain feelings to the point that I begin complaining about it as well?

You reap what you sow.

My poem today is about that. It’s about one person’s attitude toward another and the ultimate consequence of that attitude. When your expectations of someone aren’t met, you treat them a certain way. Then you become upset when they don’t respond or they respond in direct opposition to how you think they should.

And then, they or you die, and you’ve both lost the chance to forgive and try again. That’s why it’s important to make the most of the time you have now. Lose your preset judgments. Life is too short.

You reap what you sow.

xo Jesi

 

The Cruelest Month

By Jesi Scott

 

We met in May-

 

Late spring with summerโ€™s blush just beginning to stain her cheeks;

Gentle breezes, soft as bird feathers, brushed the skin of darkening leavesโ€ฆ

But you didnโ€™t like me then.

 

We lived together in June and July-

 

Summer storms gathered with a turbulent velocity;

The overweight sky threatening to smother us until,

Together, we huddled under cover.

 

You left in November-

 

Burnt leather leaves crunched under burdened footsteps;

Atlas took his overdue lunch break while I held the weight of the world

On my shoulders, my tears falling on your grave.

 

December entered-

 

Forever frozen in winter’s icy grip,

hardened ground kept its hidden secrets,

while evergreen regret blossomed its poisonous berries.

 

Jesi Scott is an aspiring writer of novels, a poet, and blogger. She has guest-blogged over at The Well-Tempered Bards, and has a post featured at For Love Ofโ€ฆ. Jesi has two poems published in Memories of Mist, a literary anthology, and one published story in a newsletter. She is currently working on releasing her first poetry collection as well as writing her first novel. When not writing, Jesi can be found getting lost in bookstores, singing and dancing around the house, experiencing culture with friends, and generally having fun with her four sons when they arenโ€™t driving her weeping into her closet, which she calls her Padded Cell. She loves to rescue stray bookmarks, as well as books, and has opened her heart to any and all stories needing a home. Archery is her current favorite thing ever but you might want to stand back a little as she still has a tendency to drop the bow occasionally.

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