Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Day 13 - By The Poetry Machine
Okay, my machine might need a little oil—and a tune-up. But it rhymes, sort of...
Again, today's poem* will be a short one.
Sounds Of A Spring Night
Some say the noise keeps them awake,
But I hear a song
As tiny frogs peep late into the evening
Accompanied by a bird whose call echoes through the wood.
Even the train whistle in the distance
Seems a natural part of the night,
Carrying me slowly away
*I'm trying to write a poem each day for National Poetry Month. It's difficult to come up with original titles (that are interesting) for each post. I chose silly instead.
Here are the links to the poems so far:
Day 1 National Poetry Month - Kick-off (National Poetry Month)
Day 2 Haiku, For You (Haiku)
Day 3 A Poem For Free (The Good Morning Man)
Day 4 Wait, There's Even More (Monday)
Day 5 I'm Still Alive (TMI)
Day 6 I'm Resorting To Tricks (A Walk Through Kipling's Wood)
Day 7 It Almost Like Poetry Heaven (Metal Monsters)
Day 8 I've Got A Lot On My Plate (The Ides Of April)
Day 9 Another Poem Would Be Fine (Storm Spirit)
Day 10 I'm At It Again (What A Tree Is Not)
Day 11 Yes, Number Eleven (A U-Turn For The Worse)
Day 12 I Feel Like One Of Santa's Elves (Avoiding The Plague Like The Plague)
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