It’s Poetry Month in the US of A,
I decided I wanted to celebrate it anyway.
Post a poem I like,every day.
Waded through large tomes of verse,
Also an extensive online search.
In poetry did I, myself immerse.
From nature to tragedy to obtuse words,
The gamut of rhyming I did traverse.
Only to emerge with nothing to serve.
Cussedly determined to observe the said month,
I thus begin with my own experience.
Couched in my own term
Abetted with an image,
You will read it once, if only to say
Possibly tomorrow will be a better one.
From Shelley,Wordsworth or Bacchan.
Join in for the fun?