Intended Poetry is Like Attempted Flight — Unsuccessful at Best

OK, I skipped a day … or two, at this point.

And I feel lousy about it.

However, I caught up on some sleep, I attended a Daffodil Party, and I read a little more of a great book than I had expected to have had time for.

Oh … that ‘found time’  might be the time I swiped from writing poetry …

Well, here is the make-up-I-dropped-the-ball-guilt-poetry, only slightly reminiscent of Haiku.

Country Song

Woke up in the dew

Baby stole my truck and dog

Nightly beer of tears


Moon and sleep ignored

Mummies, Cyclops, all the gang

Weekend brain escape


Blossoms drench the air

Sweaters left on park benches

Tissues close at hand

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