Rose is a rose, and I arose too early,
recalling remnants of REM-deprived sleep.

I drowse, but never surrender. I rise
to confront another humdrum day, knowing

sleep is the trick that lets me remain
the hero in my own life, night after night.

Is it time to admit that I’ll be happy when May 1 rolls around? I love working with prompts, but the pressure to create a “product” every day is the real challenge. I’m look forward to working with both these prompts again, but here we are for April 26. Miz Quickly asked for a poem wearing rose-colored glasses, while NaPoWriMo suggested play with alliteration, consonance and assonance.