Day 18 - As Words Careen





Human 76: A post-apocalyptic surprise is coming!






Yes, they are just flying out across the Internet in the general direction of my readers... some of them may actually make sense, but don't count on it. I'm referring to my words, not my readers. Well, in this particular case...



Free-form again, as inspired by my daily commute.






Swamped



I look out the window.

It's early morning as the train passes

The marsh.



Mists, illuminated by the sun

Peeking over distant trees,

Hover above the dark waters.



I wonder how many secrets

Are hidden

Within it's shallow rivulets,



Or, owing to the proximity of civilization,

Empty beer cans

And rusted tricycles.



Still, my imagination

Calls forth cat-o-nine-tails

Red-winged blackbirds,



Frogs croaking,

And minnows swimming

In the shallows.



I hear

One of the other passengers

Say something about a swamp.



True,

An accurate description,

Even though it doesn't sound as nice,



For a marsh

Is just a swamp

Putting on airs.



As that forlorn patch of soggy ground

Disappears behind me,

My thoughts linger there.



On a higher level, of course,

In the marsh

And not the swamp.





                      K.R. Smith








*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)

   Day 13 By The Poetry Machine (Sounds Of A Spring Night)

   Day 14 Rhymes With Thirteen (Bluebells)

   Day 15 I'm Just Being Mean (No Poem Today)

   Day 16 And I'm Full Of Beans (Steel Circles)

   Day 17 I'm Getting The Hang Of This Routine (Of All Things)






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