Today’s poem was part of a special launch schedule during National Poetry Month from April 1—30, 2024. I posted a new poem daily for 17 days and then got knocked off schedule because…I moved! This challenge restarted on May 1 and continues for the 13 days I missed. The final summary of all poems will be sent to all subscribers on May 24 and otherwise can be viewed for free in the archives here. Thank you for being here!
“I DREAM OF PEACHES”
Peach hair, electric dreaming, The last sheep jumped Over the fence While grieving. When the static came, It was alarming. But the meaning was moot And fleeting. Now that the dying is done I wake up to ripe sounds, Strawberries and milk, A concept of self halfway to blonde. Bleach the memories dreary, Cast them in a golden shadow, Then bury it, And run.
P.S.
We made it! This is the final poem in my 30 days of writing poems challenge. I think this is the kind of poem I could only write with a time constraint. It’s (roughly) about the time I dyed my hair peach, or attempted to, at least. And managed to keep it in varying shades of orange, copper, and ombré for 3 or so years. Anyway, I’m going to write a post-mortem of the entire 30 days later this week to sum up the experience (coming to inboxes May 24): what I learned, what I wrote, etc. If you’ve been reading these, thank you for following along so far.