Happy April Fools Day. I resisted the urge to prank my family today because I figured the weather outside was a good enough prank on everyone. Snow, freezing rain, cold. Spring in New England, an April Fools joke on us all.
I thought I would use the blog this month to share one of my favorite genres of writing, the genre that I go back to over and over again, the one that I have always felt that I could pick up a pen and paper and the words would just flow out of me. Poetry. I was first introduced to poetry in the 3rd of 4th grade, but it wasn’t until junior high that I made writing poetry a hobby. It started out simple, that I could look at a painting and write a poem about it, as I got older, it got deeper, writing about feelings, experiences, dreams, people… I parted ways with poetry for awhile, life got busy, and I just kind of forgot about it. But a few years ago I found out that April is National Poetry Month and Writer’s Digest holds a Poem A Day challenge with poetry prompts everyday for the month of April. So this month in addition to being fire wife and mom, I hope you will indulge me as I share some poems, 30 if all goes well. I can’t imagine I will get to share 1 every day, but I will try. I might even give some back story to go with poems, if there is any.
Today’s poetry prompt is a reminiscing poem. I chose to write about my first car.
My First Car
Shiny black, curvy, sleek,
My ’89 Mustang, oh, so, sweet.
Friends packed in, Backstreet Boys on the radio blared.
When we drove by, heads turned, eyes stared.
Jealous of my gorgeous ride,
Little did they all know the thorn in my side.
The night my muffler scraped the ground
or the time my power steering wouldn’t let me turn around.
Dropped my front end on the FDR Drive,
it popped my tire on the 4th of July.
This death trap, my car, my very first love,
Resting in peace, in car heaven above.
I’ll never forget the wonky driver’s seat,
or all the people we got to meet,
Thanks to my Mustang, oh, so, sweet.