Catching up on my August poems which scattered in the dust of midsummer madness. Thanks for staying tuned.
You get an invitation from the Muse.
A poem a day?
Piece of cake.
The Word Queen herself is at your side.
Rock the stanzas.
Let it rip.
You did not count on your beloved’s
Sudden surgery, hospital days,
Waiting and waiting for diagnosis.
And then the words you can’t spell.
Writing a poem a day is not a piece of cake.
It is a lifeline to sanity.