Day: February 9, 2019

I suspect things are happening inside my brain, that I am not aware of, until some time after they have happened. And one of the things happening, is when life and poem crash, Bang! into each other, and it becomes difficult to decide whether life is dictated to by the poem, or whether the poem is the thing in charge, and life follows as meekly as a lamb.

I am doing the #poemadayfeb thing that other poets around the place are also doing. This involves writing a new poem every day in February, and sharing/posting/whatever your poem, with others. I am putting my poem up here on this blog every day, on the day if possible or the next day, if it’s possible then. I’ve only missed one day so far, and posted the poem the next day.

Those following along on the #poemadayfeb adventure use poem prompts given. Today’s prompt was a poetic form, in which to write a poem, rather than a ‘thing’ to write a poem about. I’d never written a poem in this form previously, so I was very happy to give it a try, and even more pleased by how much I enjoyed writing today’s poem.

So today’s poem is a bit late, but I am definitely going to post it here on this website/blog, and here it is:

 

Lazy Day, With Rain …

 

Outside, the rain is pelting down

but I’m comfortable in here,

sitting at the kitchen table

with my plans for the day all set.

 

Feeling disinclined to move, when

outside the rain is pelting down …

and now the thought of coffee, comes,

so though rain’s now stopped, I’m still here.

 

But as I mentioned, I have plans

I have to meet, whether or not

outside the rain is pelting down,

so, coffee, then get on with it.

 

My plans though, they weren’t written down;

I wonder will it matter, if

I just remain here inside though

outside, no rain is pelting down …