Sunday, April 9, 2017

to the ninth

This ninth day of the month
brings continuity in its wake
A feeling of establishment 
while fingers begin to ache
Memories are drudged up
and gone over a rake
Many a words are spewed,
Some just for it own sake
Now moving on to the tenth.

Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem.