Poem in My Pocket..

WHAT A WHIRLWIND OF A MONTH IT'S BEEN.  THE PARADES FOR NatPoMo are winding down, and here we are at the end of a joyous celebration!  Poems have been gathered in bouquets, and everyone became a poet for the month!  Alas, here it is, Poem in My Pocket Day.  I hope you all have one to tuck away, carry with you if you run into a poetry drought.  I have mine, right here, just in case I have to administer a poetry transfusion.

POEM IN MY POCKET

I'll have a word,
that one there,
the one floating through the air.

Disregarding obvious rhymes,
I refuse to pander
to poetic banter.

Offering a place to land
I try to gather a word
that seems as soft as feathers.

I cup my hands and catch,
not a word
but a hummingbird.

I fit it into my pocket
feeding it a nourishing whisper
and hope it bears within,
a poem.
I let it fly away and circle me,
its wings tick-tocking
some doggerel.

It's absolute bliss,
walking through another day
as a poet,
with one new idea
that's landed in my pocket.


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Poem In Your Pocket Day !

FOR SIX YEARS, New York City
has proclaimed April 30 as
" Poem In Your Pocket Day".
Last year the American Academy of Poets
picked up on this, and now, for the
second year in a row, in honor of
National Poetry Month, continues
this celebration.
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The idea is to choose a poem you really
like, write it down, print it, then perhaps
tuck it into your pocket, or maybe just
clutch it. And share it with friends and
family..yes, stop them in their tracks and
recite a poem! Change the world! If that
idea can make it here, it can make it
anywhere.
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What to choose? Aha! I know, I'll slip
one of my own past them...
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xxxxxxxxxxBUDDHA'S WAY
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I said to my soul be still,
and wait without hope.
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Be as the seed that knows
the path of its being,
never wishing to be
more than a rose.
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Wake up my soul, I said,
sleep no more in fruitless thoughts.
I happily refuse
the candy of hope
to sweeten my course.
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The light itself will burnish me.
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from TWO GHOSTS/ poems