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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