Cloaked
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
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(I’m about to attempt something I rarely do. )
OCTOBER
October world,
fog-cloaked,
Dim.
Sun pushing through,
melting dripping shroud,
creating hope.
Category: Poetry
Nap Time
Afternoon Nap
My head bobs. I’m so sleepy.
Like a baby, or an old woman
I need my afternoon nap.
As I read, my eyes bang shut
And I wake when my head bobs
Again.
I’m drooling. How revolting.
Brain is swimming in sludge
And I can’t stay awake.
My grandkids think it’s funny
When they see me
Like this. That’s okay.
One day
It will be them.
They.
And their grandkids
will watch and giggle.
I’m glad I’m good
For something 🙂
Ode to Coffee
Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on here. So many of you have said “write poetry” that I actually have it on my brain. Anton says a poem should tell a story, so here goes:
Alarm! Get up!
Go find my cup!
My brain is not awake.
My body moves,
It’s in the groove
It’s morning path to take.
Grind the beans.
Brew the pot.
A drop of honey.
Nice and hot.
I feel it as it burns my throat
And warms my tummy.
Oh so yummy.
Rhyming meter? Maybe not.
Who cares? It’s early.
It’s all I’ve got 🙂
A Poet I’m Not!
Write poetry! They’re telling me.
You’ll get better as you go!
Then post it up for us to see
And we will let you know
If you have any gift for this.
It can’t be all that hard!
Just find some words that sound alike
And YOU can be a bard!
Just Writing! 