NAPOWRIMO April 30, 2017 Ode to a Broken Foot

I've done better in previous NAPOWRIMOs — been a better writer, or at least a better producer of a poem a day. So, I wanted to end the month with some sort of earth-shattering, deeply inspirational, soul stirring poem. Then, I took one step down in front of my house and put my foot through a black hole into a parallel universe called The Planet of Pain. The name of the injury "The Dancer's Break" in itself is poetic, inspiring me to write something I hope is something that can provide a fitting end to April 2017's National Poetry Month, as well as National Humor Month.

Yes, April, TS Eliot was right about you. Of course, as my birth month, you know I still love you.

"APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers."

Ode to a Broken Foot

The cruelest month was winding down
still reveling in her schizophrenia of
icy rain and humid sun
ramping up her influence equally
on poets, philosophers and punsters.
Taking aim on her own child
who has loved her despite her irrationality
having learned survival skills
in the shadow of alcoholics
using verse as the shield against
cold words and cold winds.
Yet, unprepared for the new twist
of fate and body on the bricks of home,
a rising cloud of pain 
amid the hyacinths and hostas
blurring the line between laughter and tears
with a plaster cast and a bright red nose.

©2017 Noreen Braman