By Emmett Lee Dickinson: The first of April had come – And grateful for the thing Some mischievous – to be endured – It got my Soul to sing – With normalcy I'd act – And go – about my way And so to trick them – gave me work Throughout the playful Day – And then – a Prank as huge As ones from prior years, Unrolled it's humor in my face – Until it blurred my eyes – My brain – begun to laugh – I mumbled – April fool – And tho' 'tis Years ago – that Day – My Brain keeps giggling – still. And Something's odd – with me – For this is what I wish – That every day – were April Fools – Could it be Madness – this? | By Emily Dickinson: The first Day's Night had come – And grateful that a thing So terrible – had been endured – I told my Soul to sing – She said her Strings were snapt – Her Bow – to Atoms blown – And so to mend her – gave me work Until another Morn – And then – a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face – Until it blocked my eyes – My Brain – begun to laugh – I mumbled – like a fool – And tho' 'tis Years ago – that Day – My Brain keeps giggling – still. And Something's odd – within – That person that I was – And this One – do not feel the same – Could it be Madness – this? |