Zombie Flamingos

Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day twenty-nine is: “For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Free,” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Home Free,” “Fat Free,” “Stress Free,” and/or “Completely Free.” You’re free to poem today, but don’t be poem free.”

Virus Free?

Oh when will I be
virus free?

Coughing and hacky
blowing nose endlessly
Can’t hear normally
head pressured exponentially
Sleeping only sporadically

Oh when will I be
virus free?

Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day twenty-eight is:”For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

1. Write a seize the day poem, or…
2. Write a survive the day poem.”

Day off

Survival is
not
the only option

on a day

without work
without worry
without words

Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day twenty-seven is: “For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. That is, take one or more of your poems from this month and remix them in a different way. Maybe mash-up two poems into one poem. Or turn a sonnet into free verse, or free verse into a villanelle. Have fun with it.”

Nonsense

I woke this morning
a kitten upon my lap
nose red in the cold

Over the rooftops
is an end to the week, but
I was still dreaming

Someone is coming
all I need, a glass of wine
sickness departing

Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day twenty-six is: “Today’s prompt is to write a time poem. Personally, I’ve dealt with Daylight Savings Time, time zones, and timed races this month. Even this challenge is a timed event with a new prompt/poem each day and a collection due by a certain time in January. So think (and poem) about time today.”

Time never stops at work

Time hangs
suspended
when you are sick
and yet

days pass
unnoticed
until suddenly
well again

Somehow though
email
clicks away
building work anyway