N.P.D: R.I.P Poem by Richard G Berg

National Poetry Day, came
And went
Again
Poetic dew
Dwindling in the mist
Memorable speech
Dead in the head  
Poets noted
Everyday eyes, scanning
Coffee cups for easier truths
Words sought out new lines
Of work
Stanzas looked down
In the metaphorical mouth
As little books
Of ring-tones rhymed and chimed

Their tinny din
And all the vowels

Of poetry

Called it 

A day.




Richard G Berg
October 2012