I need time,
Some sort of haitus
For sweeping my corners
Free of detritus;
This unruly pile
Of crumpled receipts,
Empty water bottles,
Hastily scribbled lists –
Oh, LISTS!
Lists, unchecked, forgotten –
Half-formed ideas
Sketched in pencil shavings,
Promissory thoughts
Seeking quietus.
Mother Hen
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(Writing Prompt: HAITUS, part of Poetry 101 Rehab – Thanks, Andy! Feel free to jump on the poetry wagon each Monday!)
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Categories: Poetry
My body forced me to a break last week. I was so sick, I was in bed most of the week. And I feel so much better now. I think sometimes we get a lesson from our body. Take that break. Look after yourself! And I’ve nominated you for this award: https://amommasview.wordpress.com/2015/07/08/the-loyalty-of-a-dragon/
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Aww thank you so very much for thinking of me! You are most kind… I am also pleased to learn you listened to your bod and gave it a much needed rest! I feel like I’m creaking like a garden gate these days with sore joints. Age sucks… Honestly, I would love to crawl into bed and not leave home for at least a week. But there is so very much that still needs doing….
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Maybe that’s just what you need. But of course it’s not always an option…
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Yes! This is what I seek. Great name for respite. I enjoyed your original thoughts which brought a tired smile (with intent of being very broad for this comedic post.) ‘Night, Dorreen!
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You just inspired me to write about getting lost in between words….
Don’t ask how… but you did nethertheless 🙂
I love this poem. Its rhythm and meaning and its underlining feeling.
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Oh thank you so much! I am happy to inspire wherever possible – even if accidentally! 🙂 I look forward to your post… MH
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