ManicDDaily

On Commuter

The leaf buds veil, like a thin chemise,
a window of near naked trees
while the train I ride both clacks and squeaks
as I think of ways to earn my fees.

It’s not that I am truly venal
(though these urges aren’t exactly vernal)–
it’s just that I must make my keep
with day job–no, make that diurnal.

Of course, I’d rather live by rhyming.
My vocab’s good and so’s my timing.
But, alas most poets don’t get paid;
must spend their lives in nickel-diming.

So, here I stew and here I scheme,
as brain wheels spin and train wheels scream,
while just outside Spring springs pristine,
its force consumed in purer green.

Ha!  Here’s my poem for the fifth day of National Poetry Month and also for dVerse Poet Pub’s “Form for All” challenge, hosted by Sam Peralta, a/k/a Semaphore.  (The form is a Rubiyat Quatrain.)   I am also linking this post to the Purple Treehouse.

Happy Holidays All!

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