Welcome to April, the cruellest month, thanks to the Poem-A-Day Challenge which I will be championing for the twelfth year. I’ll be mostly writing to Robert Lee Brewer’s prompts from his Write Better Poetry blog.
For today’s prompt, pick a word that begins with F, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
Faun
In just spring,
I can feel the ballonman
in me whistling
at the women shedding
their coats and sweaters
for the sun.
But I’m a 21st century faun,
so I do not purse my lips
nor call like a tomcat.
I still feel those primal urges
but I’ve learned to soften
my male gaze.
I may not say anything
but I do appreciate.
Earlier this evening, I was honored to read a couple of poems at the opening of the Orange County Arts Commission exhibition exploring the concept of Home. It was a fun event and I’m always happy to inflict my poetry on innocent bystanders.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Good for you.
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I’m trying. I’m trying.
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Oddly, I was just reading that ee cummings poem recently, not that I understand it all. But I do understand you’re a rising poetic star. Congratulations.
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It’s a puddle-luscious poem for Spring. I’m not surprised you were reading it recently. Not sure about the star or the rising bit. Just hoping I don’t get occulted anytime soon.
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Nice one! And it must be fun in the event!
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Thanks. Not a bad start to April.
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