NaPM April 30th 2019
Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month. 

NaPM April 30, 2019

Topic: Write a complaint about how short a month is using only 30 unique words (repetition, plurals, and different tenses are not unique words).

Form: any

Line Requirement: any 
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara 
Our pupils dilated for just thirty days,
until you realized the sun must rise
on empty beer cans,
whisky that lived atop my breath,
and joy only found in drunkenness.
Time is the best editor.
The fourth month dies it's sombre death
slower than some, hanging like a corpse
on gallows high. Lets not tarry as a harbinger
of poetry would; we'll go April's way.
April Gone

No clock can say the close of day
nor raucous cock an end to night-
how dares our calendar to say
these thirty days are all we might
keep company, and then away?
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
Thirty short days
Only four weeks
Just a month
But not enough.
Twelve per year
How about four?
Maybe then I
Could remember significant
Events passing at
Increasingly alarming rates
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