Yes, folks, it's that time of year again! National Poetry Writing Month. And below is my first (hopefully of 30) poems to be written in the NaPoWriMo of April. The prompt for this was to write a poem influenced by a work of art...
They sit, baking, in a fantasy desert.
They are bent to the artist’s twisted mind,
As we bend time itself to our twisted needs,
Believing that we are the masters,
When in reality, we are turned inside out
By a need to chase every hour, minute, second,
Bow to the whim of two tiny hands,
Drawing us closer, closer,
Or the flashing of numbers, counting down.