My blog announces I’ll explore
The poetry of every day
Newly I have found alas
My everyday has changed
First I blamed my muse
Lazy creature distant
Unavailable to inspire
Or to awaken me
The tree outside my window
And the view
Clouds in dawning sky
Tell me no tales
Family life is bubbling
A stew of new developments
Demands attention
And my energy
Changes unpoetical I think
Call for language spoken best in prose
Stories full of life and real
Ah, my muse awaits me just off stage
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I look forward to more of your stories, in whatever form they find themselves
Many thanks. I look forward to writing now that I’ve cleared the way.
I love reading what you write and hope to see more! I love hearing about the view out of your window, the sky and squirrels!
Thanks for your loving comment, Lynn. 🙂
I so admire people who can write poetry like this…
And so very glad to know you will be writing even more!
Thanks, Dale. I will be writing more now that I’ve given myself permission to tell “unpoetic” stories. Your response and others give me encouragement. ❤
Yay! Funny how we allow ourselves with a little nudge and a “go for it”! 🧡
So true, Dale!
can’t wat to read about those bubblings
Thank you, Paul.
Your observations of what a day can look like are so vivid that it matters not the choice of presentation. So enjoyable/so real. Thank you.
Blessings and thanks, JoAnna. Your comment means a lot to me.