#NaPoWriMo #30poems30days March Madness

March Madness

They might as well have said
that March was canceled
Because that’s what I heard
When they announced
There would be no basketball
No basketball
Those were the words that echoed through the college campuses, the dorm rooms, the high school gyms, living rooms, and sports bars
around the world.
So no sweet sixteen
No final four
no watch parties
Or wagers being placed on
Your favorite teams
March always comes in like a lion
But this time
It came in
Like a giant rhinoceros
With social distancing
And excess hand washing
This virus
This 100 year plague
Has turned our every day lives
Upside down
And forced us all
into a new world order
A new world
Where sports is
No longer king
No longer a priority
And no longer important
And I don’t even
Like basketball
Really not many sports
To begin with
But I’m very much
A fan of tradition
And giving kids
A chance
At a last hurrah
A final dance
A final prom
If you will
But no basketball in March
Is like
Telling everyone
With a birthday in the month
That they were never born
Its as if all the scores,
All the stats, all the records broken
Never existed
When you tell us
There will be no
March Madness

march thirty one: #30poems30days, the last day of national poetry month, April 30

So, I’ve been totally off my game this year for National Poetry Month. I was doing so well at the beginning of the month when I had a lot of down time but towards the end of April, I just couldn’t keep up.  So, to round out the month, I want to eek out one last poem. This is an homage to graduating seniors everywhere. Congratulations graduates and here’s to the rest of your life.


finals week

heads hang low

books open

eyes glazed over

pajama pants

become your outfit

of choice

as you work

to cram

a semester’s worth

of information

into your head

with energy drinks

on tap

like happy hour

as you intake


like a patient

who needs

a blood transfusion

as anxiety builds

you realize


it’s all a crap shoot

unless you

keep calm


and do your best


in the end

it’s all about

how tough you are

and how these

past four years

of your life

will be

worth it

in the end

degree in hand

it’s over


thank you for reading march thirty one poetry

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