Merely Day By Day

Hello,  National Poetry Month . This month, I will be writing 26 poems for the April celebration. The poems will be about whatever has piqued my interest in the last twenty-four hours.                                           Photo by  Susan Wilkinson  on  Unsplash Note: It seems that poetry forms and structures are leading so far this month. This poem is an Octo, which is apparently a form created by James Neille Northe, which has 8 lines, each line has eight syllables, and the 1-3 lines are reversed in lines 6-8. At some point this month I hope to get to the place where meaning is leading. 

Hello,  National Poetry Month . This month, I will be writing 26 poems for the April celebration. The poems will be about whatever has piqued my interest in the last twenty-four hours.  the wooden bridge is still there. long ago we crossed, feeding koi swimming below.  yesterdays lost,  collide with today. echoes of long ago, those memories stay. © Cathy L. Mere, 2026

Hello,  National Poetry Month . This month, I will be writing 26 poems for the April celebration. The poems will be about whatever has piqued my interest in the last twenty-four hours. 

Hello,  National Poetry Month . This month, I will be writing 26 poems for the April celebration. The poems will be about whatever has piqued my interest in the last twenty-four hours.  spring, filled with birdsong, except woodpecker drumming, nature's percussion. 

Hello, National Poetry Month . This month, I will be writing 26 poems for the April celebration. The poems will be about whatever has piqued my interest in the last twenty-four hours. 

On Poetry Piques Well, ready or not, here we go! Hello, National Poetry Month. Hello, sleeping blog. Hello, commitment. In celebration of Poetry Month, I plan to publish a poem here at least 26 days ( because it's 20 26 and I might need some wiggle room) . Last year, I let myself write a poem a day in my notebook. Well, that didn't go exactly as I had planned. It seems I quite easily let myself off the hook several days in April of 2025. This year, I hope to remedy that a bit. This year's collection will be called "Poetry Piques" because I'm going to write about whatever has caught my attention for the day. I don't want to put myself in a box; I haven't been writing with the regularity I would like. It seemed that instead of mapping the path before I began, it might be better to just go where the path leads. Time will tell.  One afternoon, while trying to decide my plan for the month, I stumbled upon the word "pique." As I've played with...