I saw one of those pharmaceutical ads on TV today. It opened with people playing at a swimming pool. The first line of this poem was my first reaction to the opening images.
Life
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
What’s with the screen shenanigans?
Love,
Kevin
(18 March 2021)
On my 58th birthday (a poem)
I usually either make a mix or write something. This time, I wrote something.
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
I know the old saying, but I’m wary because you’re Monday…
Love,
Kevin
(15 March 2021)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
First day of Daylight Saving Time. Bleh.
Love,
Kevin
(14 March 2021)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
You don’t really need that many clouds, do you?
Love,
Kevin
(13 March 2021)
The Annual Charity Breakfast and Arms Junket of the Order of Benevolent Thrushes of St. Andrew’s Meadow (a poem)
My recent adventures in sound inspired the title.
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Another sunny day. But no hail this time, right?
Love,
Kevin
(11 March 2021)
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Monday with the sunshine…
Love,
Kevin
(8 March 2021)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Why don’t they ever have Batman marathons?
Love,
Kevin
(7 March 2021)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 