June 9, 2023Your Lie in April
When it snows
in the spring
after the flowers
have bloomed
it feels
just like
that time
my ex called
and said,
“Sorry.
Wrong number.”
from #79 - Irish Poets
from #79 - Irish Poets
Amy Rose
“The title of this poem comes from a Japanese story retold in various formats, and when I wrote the poem, this was the only title it could have. Not because of a direct relation to the story itself, but because of what lies underneath the words. There is sometimes a magic that happens, when saying a truth, even a painful truth, in a completely honest way, which makes it beautiful. No less painful, but somehow beautiful, and that has real value, and that is poetry, and that is why I write poetry.”