National Poetry Month by Veronica Hosking
Twenty-five days into April I can see the light at the end. Yesterday, I wrote a couple poems. One inspired by my oldest daughter and the other off anagrams of my name.
Rachael reaches climatic
feats figuring and teaches
her class concise didactic
math measures Rachael reaches
Can I rove
Cave in or
even the score
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
Can you find the two lines that are anagrams of my name? Hint: I thought of Lord Byron when I read one of them. If I have piqued your interest, you can read my other poems on my gather page.