I had this harebrained idea over three weeks back
To pen a poem a day shouldn’t be too hard to hack
It was less than a month that I’d committed to write every day
How hard can that be, to myself I did say
I found I know very little about rhyming schemes
And it’s not always easy to come up with a theme
Of different forms of poetry, my ignorance knows no bounds
Writing poetry is more difficult than it sounds
And to those who blog daily for a year
Well the thought to my eye now brings a tear
And while tonight I know this is the last daily poem I will do
I am thinking there’s likely no one more relieved than you!
Thanks for reading and to those who commented. Whatever will I blog about now?
12 thoughts on “Last Day-Day 26-A Poem A Day”
I will miss your poems Barb – there were sooo great – just needed a knock knock joke theme in there and it would take us back mmmmany years. Love you and Congrats on a job well done. xoxo Kerry
Gee, thanks. So great to have a cheering section!
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed your poems Barb and will miss them! Congratulations – you did it!
So nice of you to say! Thank you!
That was Great Barb! Thanks.
I appreciate hearing from you, Penny.
Kudos to you
For seeing this through
As to what next to do
I’ll leave up to you
But hope that you knew
That I liked them too!
Ode to Barbara (from a fan)
There once was a Barbara named Shea,
who up and decided one day,
her thoughts she would log
on her internet blog,
and rhyme them from April to May!
Her ambition was noted,
and if friends had voted
when first she embarked on this dream,
we might have demurred,
or even deterred,
what seemed like too madcap a scheme!
But day after day
She worked and she sweated,
And into our lives popped her poems;
Quite how she got through it,
Well, none of us knew it.
Her brain must be poem-fertile loam!
And now April’s over,
The gumption that drove her
To put daily thoughts into rhyme,
Goes into a gardening mode,
And planting and weeding, with all of its grime,
Will be more fun to play with than odes!
At the end of the show,
We want her to know,
Her verses deserve a big toast,
For life will be boring
Without poetry soaring
From Ottawa to the West Coast!
Wow! That’s really a great poem…did you feel you ode it to me? Oh, that was bad, wasn’t it?
You can’t quit now. You were getting good.
Well, thanks. Maybe there will be another one from time to time.