This is not a poem, but a message.
This is not a poem, but an explanation.
This is not a poem, but a note
to say that,
this is not a poem, and that I have not
eaten any plums, but rather,
this is not a poem, and I will be off-line
tomorrow, so there will be no posting
of poetry for the 26th day of
National Poetry Writing Month.
This is not a poem, but a promise that
even though I will not be posting a poem
tomorrow, I will nevertheless write a poem,
using a pencil, perhaps, or a pen,
or a quill, and I will compose said poem
on the technology most people refer to
as paper.
This is not a poem, but a promise
that on Sunday, when I return from
my hiatus off-line, I will post
two poems in one day, the poem
I pen on paper on Saturday,
and the poem I compose Sunday
upon my return.
This is not a poem.
Forgive me. It was sweet
and so easy to write.
