#WorldPoetryDay Pulling Poetics Into The Light...

Can it be like the Roses are red/Violets are blue poems? It would be funny to have a competition! And those are the only ones I can really write, sadly!

While posting on Absolute Write
is normally quite a delight,
if I stay up too long
my words come out wrong,
so I try not to post late in the evening.

To have a poem day, a delight,
A chance to write a poem!
Why should I care, if the poem is bad,
Or if nothing rhymes with poem?

A poem a day is hardly a crime,
I love to pen,
The ocassional rhyme!
Some of my words,
Sing like the birds,
And some of them don't.

Title: Lament of a football widow

Surrounded by chatter of sports.
Who will be picked? How will they do?
Brackets and fantasy speak.

I try so hard to care,
To focus on words eagerly shared with bright eyes and sparks of excitement.
Surely such joy should infect.
A ballpox party.

But as a child dozes with futile frustration over texts dyslexia-twisted,
My face-blind eyes glaze against my will.
Names and names and names,
This one fast. That one strong.
Last year. Next year. Now.
A centuries-long blur of jostling uniforms.

There will be a test on Monday,
And I will fail once again.