Today is a poetry day.
Though I did not know it yesterday.
I know it is one today.
I picked up a book of poetry from my legend R. Frost.
I found though as I made my casual perusal through his collective works
I had on hand beside me.
Something of a mixed bag of highs and lows of experimental modern day
Mixing bowl of stories and off beat rhythm.
You see I read a loud poetry. I love the sound of the song bird language
It is sweet to my ears. I was thrusting for tradition.
Lord Byron came to my mind. I went on YouTube and clicked on to an audio delight and I found myself quietly
Delighted of course and thoughtful.
In a few seconds.
I was shocked to consider. Yes indeed.
My hero had strong competion for this day of poetry I’m in.