I've spent the month of March living in poems. I loved the reason for every word - it fed my soul.
This morning though, as I searched for words, I couldn't find any. I thought, maybe its time to begin something new in April. But then I remembered - April is the official month of poetry and its Spring. That's my answer to everything lately - its Spring. How can anyone be at a loss for words when its so lush outside?
When I think of Spring, I remember Nariwa. While driving towards Koreatown to Olympic Spa, I remembered the balcony that extended from my apartment bedroom. Grey, dreary balcony. I dusted the railings, hung my blankets and futons out to dry in the sun. And made a space for a bed of flowers that Spring. I needed that memory. Its good to remember that I had once been able to plant and nurture a beautiful living thing.
This morning though, as I searched for words, I couldn't find any. I thought, maybe its time to begin something new in April. But then I remembered - April is the official month of poetry and its Spring. That's my answer to everything lately - its Spring. How can anyone be at a loss for words when its so lush outside?
When I think of Spring, I remember Nariwa. While driving towards Koreatown to Olympic Spa, I remembered the balcony that extended from my apartment bedroom. Grey, dreary balcony. I dusted the railings, hung my blankets and futons out to dry in the sun. And made a space for a bed of flowers that Spring. I needed that memory. Its good to remember that I had once been able to plant and nurture a beautiful living thing.
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