CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

April 8, 2014

National Poetry Month Poem a Day: Week 2—April 8-14


CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS

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NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
POEM A DAY
WEEK 2: April 8-14

This is second weekly installment of 7 poems I’m posting during April in recognition of National Poetry Month. Although I’m only a wannabe poet I’m sharing my collection of poems with you on each Tuesday this month. By the end of the month I’ll have shared 30 poems, equaling one per day for the month (in four installments). Note: the fourth week will include 9 a poems to cover the short week at the end of April.
Read the first installment, National Poetry Month Poem a Day: Week 1—April 1-7 , the third National Poetry Month Poem a Day: Week 3—April 15-21, and the fourth, National Poetry Month Poem a Day: Week 4—April 22-30.

Poetry is not my genre. However, I play around with it, mostly when I’m a passenger in the car. I cull them from a list of odd rhyming words or words that relate to each other somehow.
I present the second installment of seven poems:

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APRIL 8: WAITING FOR SPRING THAW

Frost nips the top of the golden corn stalks
Clouds burrow in the cleavage of the hills
Hillsides camouflage under misty white frost

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APRIL 9: ICE FLOES

Smoke rises up the chimney flu
Merges with the air
Water flows through trenches
Merges with the ocean
Ice floes pause…

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APRIL 10: MARE

The man’s mare
Had a night mare
In the whitemare
Of the snowpocalypse

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APRIL 11: WEEK NIGHT KNIGHT

On a wild week night
My mind wanders
To a wild knight…
A wee knight…
And I wonder…
Is he a weak knight?

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APRIL 12: A LERT

I’m not alert today
But then, that’s OK
The world is filled with lerts
What would it do with more?

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APRIL 13: WIPES CLOG PIPES

As the ad states
We all go
So why not enjoy
The go

Caution prevails
Lest fatbergs form
And bathroom wipes
Clog sewer pipes

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APRIL 14: LAUREL MOUNTAIN BOROUGH

The Borough is named Laurel Mountain
It has tall trees, too many for countin’
The aura is quite quaint
But there is no complaint
Its riches flow through like a fountain.
The Borough’s so nice
You can say that thrice.

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ADDITIONAL READING:

First Snow Brings Out Santa & Mrs. Claus

In Our Mother’s Womb

Cynthia

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1 Comment »

  1. Carolyn, good morning. thanks for sharing your poetry with us.
    enjoy a blessed day. 🙂

    Comment by merry101 — April 8, 2014 @ 9:19 am | Reply


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