Sometimes doggerel

Different rhythm these days.

Morning:

My beloved reads the comics

Out loud.

I write:

Sometimes doggerel,

Sometimes not.

The kitten chirps

At a light spot

On the wall.

I write:

Sometimes haiku,

Sometimes not.

Another bird

Has found the thistle seed,

It may be a goldfinch.

In winter

It is not gold.

I write:

Sometimes brief,

Sometimes briefer.

I wait for the goldfinch

To show its colors.

My beloved laughs

Out loud.

I write.

Poem in Your Pocket Day

Of course everyone knows April is Poetry Month, and today is Poem in Your Pocket Day.  I*m sure this is tops on everyone*s list, even if their favorite poem is a bit of doggerel.  I haven*t used the word doggerel in years.  Certain words need to be aired from time to time or they will go out of use and be dropped even from the OED.  Words like doggerel.  There.  Three times in one paragraph.

Today is

Poem in Your Pocket Day.

The thought of carrying poetry

Instead of business cards

Appeals to me.

Still

I*m not sure it would build up

My clientele.

The choice of which poem to carry

Is tricky.

Poetry

Is not everyone*s

Cup of tea,

Earl Grey or herbal.

Some prefer hot water

With lemon.

For some

Poetry

Should be metric,

Rhyme

Exactly

At the end of every line.

Internal rhyme

Does not count.

I knew someone once

Who believed all poetry

Should have its lines numbered

To be comprehensible.

Like the Psalms.

Then of course

There is the question

Of which pocket

To use,

And what is the proper poetry container.

I suppose it depends

On the poem.

Or the effect

One Is going for:

Earl Grey or herbal,

Hot water with lemon.

Of course it all depends.