April is National Poetry Month. How appropriate is it, then, that I got my email version of the Writer's Digest Newsletter today, where I read that Robert Lee Brewer, of the Poetic Asides blog is issuing a challenge to write a poem a day. He's even providing writing prompts. Here's a clip from today's prompt:
"Since today is the first day of the month, write a poem about a first or a series of firsts. "
Today, being April first, I pondered and decided to write about just that.
We do love to celebrate this interesting holiday around my house. In fact, we enjoy it so, that I spent an hour reading the April Fools' Day wikipedia article aloud to my kids. You should check it out, it's both educational and entertaining.
Every year, for as far back as we can remember, Sarah has called her grandmother on April Fools' Day, to tell her that our dog ran away. Until recent years, Grandma "fell" for the ruse. Today, Sarah (20 years old) concocted an elaborate story about how she came home drunk, had to be carried into the house by friends, got into a huge fight with me, her mother, and ended up being kicked out of the house. She planned to tell Grandma that she came home today to find her belongings at the curb, along with evidence that I had also banished her dog to the curb as well. On top of all the horrible things she's been through today...you guessed it...the dog ran away.
But today, Grandma beat Sarah to the punchline.
She called to tell Sarah that her uncle had run away from home.
Much giggling ensued.
Little did Sarah know it at the time, but her parents and younger sister were at home devising the Best-April-Fools'-Day-Prank of 2008. While Sarah was at lunch, and on the phone with her grandmother, we were here, at home...changing the locks on her bedroom door, and posting an evicton notice:
I apologize for the blurriness of the photo. Here's what it says:
Due to circumstances beyond our control, we are forced to give notice of your eviction from these premises effective Tuesday, April 1, 2008 (immediately). Thank you for your understanding, and we wish you luck in all your future endeavors. Sincerely, THE MANAGEMENT.
In other words: YOU DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE.
The fine print reads:
Happy April Fools' Day!
When Sarah saw it, she laughed out loud, then begged us for the key. And we laughed at her, as we are wont to do. Her 18 year old brother, Jotham got a similar eviction notice. He simply shrugged with his usual aplomb.
So, in honor of this FIRST, I submit to you, my first poem for the April Poem-A-Day Challenge:
first of April
hunting the gawk
hoping to catch you
off your toes
made for laughter
upside down clocks
do you answer?
take a moment
share a smile
let out a giggle
mind your step
peel your eyes
tune your ears
tomorrow is too late
today is the date
until next year
is worth it
~TLS, April 2008
Happy Poissin d'Avril, everyone!