It is loud.
I am not proud.
Forgot to turn off the alarm.
NaPoWriMo
National Poetry Writing Month (April)
Frustration
WHOLE was only twenty percent.
QUOTE sixty percent unquote.
STROKE – I may be having one.
TROVE – one hidden treasure.
TROPE – the chosen one (at last).
I hate Wordle.
Disappointment
I wandered into the kitchen.
Someone was defrosting chicken.
We’re having chicken tonight.
What a delight!
The next break from toiling,
I found the chicken boiling.
I almost cried.
I much prefer fried.
Chicken cooked in water.
It must be for my daughter.
She’s a bit bitchy
And she won’t take her pills.
Goodbye
Funerals are for the living.
They’re not really for the dead.
With pandemics and lockdowns,
They’re for nobody instead.
Pet Parents
My funny little puppy
Jumps where he is able.
So, we all eat standing up,
Instead of at the table.
My sleepy little puppy
Unlocks his crate with his snout.
It’s impressive that he can get in,
We’re glad he can’t get out.
My skinny little puppy
Always sheds his hair.
He could be very, very large.
But he’s spread out everywhere.
My crazy little puppy
Always wants a snack.
She never can relax at all
We’ll feed her Doggie Prozac.
Out of Time
Long difficult month.
Poetry will help you heal.
Peace until next year.
Drawing a Blank
I’m not sure what goes here today.
I don’t know what I want to say.
So, I sit and watch the clock.
Trying to cure my writer’s block.
I could attempt some more haiku.
There should be something more to do.
This should be a meaningful account,
Not just a specific syllable count.
So, I will sit and watch the screen.
My imagination has been wiped clean.
Eventually, a concept will arrive.
As disco taught, I will survive.
A Day At Work
Sobbing and coffee.
Conference calls and meetings.
It is almost lunch.
Conference Call
Low background noises.
Thinking about weekend plans.
Someone called my name.
Dog Haiku
I need food. Much food.
I need to sleep until food.
I need food. Much food.