Poem time!

I had some fun writing quick little poems from one-word inspirations just now.

Seekrit (based on Echo Bazaar

They say the way
You meet the day
Upon the eve of Sorrow
Will make you say
How much you pay
And fill your purse tomorrow.

Teapot

Listen well:
Those whistles tell
Of fortunes to be made
A magic thing
Makes teapots sing
Till its power shall fade.

Phonons

Phonons are something like packets of sound
Produced when a molecule wiggles around
Though not made of light, they can transfer heat
By waves of vibration where molecules meet

Six

Erin found herself in quite a bad fix
When she wanted seven, she always found six
The days of the week or the steps at her door
She somehow would, every time, skip over four
The three at the start and the three at the end
Were separated by some subconscious rend

But soon she discovered that inside the hole
There rested the memories she once thought dull
Bringing in the paper or paying the bills
Chucking the garbage or taking her pills

The things that are always forgotten of life
The spaces between all the joys and the strife
She learned she had missed what she now found again
Like the words that flowed once from invisible pen

So she thought she'd prepare all the things in her house
From the cups and the plates to the cage for her mouse
Such that every set numbered exactly seven
Not just two nor just three nor five nor eleven
But as always, she lost the fourth parts of her mix
So everything she made still numbered at six.