Npd: Rip Poem by Richard G Berg
Npd: Rip
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.
October 2012
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