This post first ran on April 2, 2011. National Poetry Month is an important thing on the calendar every year.
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Welcome to National Poetry Month! Enjoy poems from Fine Lines and feel free to write and share your own!
by Christine Janak
A violent hurricane of words
Shook the house.
They seeped through the cracks in the ceiling
And crawled under the doors.
They slithered up the staircase
And bled through the walls.
Thousands of fire-red ants
Seared pinholes into my flesh.
Words were thrown
Like crumpled tissues into a waste-bin.
I sat on my bedroom floor
With my knees crushed against my chest
As truth gobbled me up like a Sunday feast.
April is National Poetry Month.
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Today for Monday’s with Martin, we bring you a poem by David Martin, in honor of April being National Poetry Month, plus a little champagne in honor of our new Fine Lines Website!
pulls my skin from its flesh
and reveals empty places
packed with feeling.
Traces of your presence
linger over wine glasses,
opened books, and a rumpled pillow.
The echoes of your voice
make music to my jangled nerves.
The soft breeze I felt
was a ripple of your breath
gently caressing my face.
David Martin © 1996