It’s been a long month,
But only thirty days.
The challenge is over,
We go our separate ways.
As we go into May,
Random thoughts will fly by.
I’ll be writing by chance,
Not because I will try.
Thirty poems is not much,
Not even a book.
Unless you self-publish,
For a Kindle or Nook.
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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