…
She’s December’s darker sister, un
-spangled, decked only in broken
resolutions and a disturbing con
-stitution of boxes stacked side
-by-tired-side and waiting.
She’s too long and too dull and too
disassembled and too far in debt
to resemble anything
but gray.
She’s born with a (woohoo!)
party, then hung over
a door, closed with a sigh.
..
NaPoWriMo, day 4.
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Oh, sooo clever!
Boy, truer words were never spoken!
Hey! It’s my birthday month you are dissing, De, but yes, I love this. My brother is a December baby, too, so there’s that added knife to the gut. ha! This was a fun read. Difficulty selecting a month sent me surreal with this prompt.
Oh, yes! A perfect picture of January.
Wow, this is spot on! I love the places where you’ve divided words at the end of lines to give a little added meaning. This is a very smart poem. Still, I prefer Jan to February, lol.
I tried to write this as a poem called “The January Hangover” – this was much better. Loved, Mosk
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