Pardon a bit of sarcasm and humor in this poem. Sometimes, the early morning air produces something to laugh at and have fun with. In all seriousness, I enjoy writing very much, and I appreciate you for stopping in. And remember, it is okay to smile and laugh as you read this poem.
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Sitting at my writing desk this morn
Feeling quiet peace, verses reborn
Actually sitting in the kitchen
Its table welcomes a mind, come in
At least the coffee is always close
Never allowing a mind to doze
Sometimes, words flow as a writer crafts
Other times, words can’t even complete a draft
Robert Frost’s classics, all awaken
Images of “A Road Never Taken”
Wondering now, what words will gather
Searching for a poem, words come faster
Hemingway understates how he writes
“There is nothing to writing” . . . just write
Just writing . . . crafting thoughts into words
Words gather now, like wild zebra herds
These best efforts resemble “pig slop”
Destined for the pig sty, one more flop
Sarcasm aside, writing with pride
Readers, appreciating the ride
Few writers ever craft a classic
As for me, never changing tactics
Well, tomorrow will bring much better
Fortunes change, wearing lucky sweaters
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