{In celebration of National Poetry Month, I’ll be posting a poem each weekday through the rest of April, and I invite you to join me!  Leave a link to your poem of the day in the comments section below.}

 

 

I used to care

about proper grammar–

well vs. good

I vs. me–

but now, what does it matter?

I know what you mean.

There are already

so many rules

what shackles need to be

on expression?

None!

Sometimes, when I hear

birdsong in the morning

it strikes me that I don’t know

what they are saying,

but I feel their happiness.

That’s all we’re really after,

isn’t it?

To share with each other

our heart’s fire

be it sadness, or anger,

or expounding joy.