From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words

This day.

If this equinox is the doorway to spring
where daffodils bloom and song birds sing
and World Poetry Day lingers on the step
for words some written and some not yet
of portals to honour the newness of life
where stories we write are both love and strife

open the door a smidge, take a peep
at Seamus Heaney, John Clare and John Keats
or take up your pencil and scribe us a line
for nature and work days in rain and fine
are there for the telling in every sense
through doorways and gateways along the fence

the barn door, the garage, the cupboard, the church
the sycamore, oak tree, the laurel, the birch
a walk in the springtime, a day on the farm
or driving a lorry, the road rage, the calm
wherever you are, whatever you say
take up your pencil and write for today.

(written 21 March 2021)

Comments on: "This day." (4)

  1. misfit27 said:

    Write this day and all days to come. Come…..

  2. I always forget when there is a special day or month for poetry, because I write everyday!
    Even if one doesn’t wish to share, writing is a calm, a balm for the soul. 🙂

  3. Love this. Great little poetic reminder! 🙂

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