National Poetry Writing Month (April)
I gave up coffee for Lent.
The inspiration was heaven-sent.
I survived the headache.
Now I don’t even shake.
It wasn’t the coffee I miss.
It’s the little breaks of bliss.
Now I’m at my desk all morning.
Whether it’s dry or even storming.
I just sit at work until lunch.
I stare at the screen a bunch.
I don’t even miss the caffeine.
I just zzzzzzzzzzz.
I think meetings are great fun.
I just wish that they were done.
It’s not the people that I dread.
I just prefer the voices in my head.
It is loud.
I am not proud.
Forgot to turn off the alarm.
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.
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.
Funerals are for the living.
They’re not really for the dead.
With pandemics and lockdowns,
They’re for nobody instead.
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.
Long difficult month.
Poetry will help you heal.
Peace until next year.
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.
Sobbing and coffee.
Conference calls and meetings.
It is almost lunch.