I wrote this sonnet to honor national poetry month, which is April in the USA.
I wonder why they didn’t choose July?
One day of Independence is enough?
The fireworks of poems in the sky
Could fill the month with metaphoric stuff
Like couplets that explode like brilliant flares
Oh wait, that’s just a simile, oh well
In quatrains, couplets often come in pairs
A month of Roman Candles would be Hell!
So April is the month they chose for verse
I guess most people think of rhymes in Spring
A month of rhymes or fireworks, what’s worse?
(That question is rhetorical, both sting)
Let’s take the month to focus on the art
Of words that come from each poetic heart.