I’ve written about sunshine
I’ve written about rain
I’ve written about gratitude
I’ve written about pain
I’ve written sweet poems that whisper
And furious ones that shout
But now I sit with pen in hand
What else can I write about?
I’ve written about sunshine
I’ve written about rain
I’ve written about gratitude
I’ve written about pain
I’ve written sweet poems that whisper
And furious ones that shout
But now I sit with pen in hand
What else can I write about?
It’s time to shop for seeds to start
In little fuzzy squares
Time to sift through sock drawers
Sort those lone socks into pairs
Time to check your smoke alarms
And see if they’re expired
Time to sit down on the couch
And let yourself be tired
Time to work and rest and write
And map out who you’ll be
Choose how you will live your life
In twenty-twenty-three
I gave myself
Permission to write
Twenty minutes
Morning or night
Instead of resolutions this year
What permission do you need to hear?
My writing’s pretty decent and my grammar’s rather swell
But I really must confess that I do not know how to spell
I started to berate myself, but figured what the heck
I’ll focus on the meter and leave spelling to Spellcheck