Foolhardy for at least two reasons. Firstly, can I really write a poem day for the next 30 days!!! Secondly, I'd said I'd post them here but then they are published and can't be sent to the big wide world of poetry journals.
So maybe they won't all be here ... I'll post a few ... and keep some to keep up my rejection rate.
As this is the first day, here's my 01 April 2015 poem
Only some of our journeys are planned
He was going the coming way
the driver explains and I’m sure
my grumped-up face shows
that this is no reason for two vans
to be parked on my drive.
He who was going the coming way
arrived as the website to report
my lost bus pass crashes
which is why I’m at the window
during the swapping of parcels,
feeling as if I’m coming and going
having tried to transfer credit
from my also-lost Oyster card
to a new one which now tells me
I must wait twenty-four hours
and nominate a station where
I can prove I am who I am,
and touch in on the card reader
but I can’t because tomorrow
I shall be going the coming way.
Comments welcome, as always.