Beginning A Month Of Poetry

 

June is finally here,

I face it with a bit of fear,

Can I really write a poem every day?

I’m betting that I can,

Though I’m not a betting man,

I realize it’s only me that’s in my way.

 

I have no doubt that my writin’,

Is the thing my mind’s been fightin’,

But this challenge brings a bit of discipline,

So with some literary hocus pocus,

I’ll try to bring to bear some focus,

I’ll labor o’re pen and paper and begin.

 

With acknowledgement of fear,

I should be writing poems all year,

And not just be waiting for today,

Clunking ‘round inside my brain,

A haiku or quatrain,

Which until written just won’t go away.

 

And once I’ve done the deed,

I find it’s all the therapy I need,

Suddenly all things look better all around,

On the page I’ve poured my heart,

Once I’ve taken it apart,

And I smile at the peace I have found.

 

I’ll do my best to recall that feeling,

It’s delicious and appealing,

And I know there’s no better use of time,

Than to organize my thoughts,

Domesticated once they are caught,

Rounded up and printed out in rhyme.