Not thrilled with yesterday’s results. At least this one is short…
Life
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Now even my dreams are waking me up…
Love,
Kevin
(9 June 2016)
What is it about damaged people? (a poem)
The first couple of lines came to me in the car; getting it all down before resuming the editing job I’m working on…
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
I want better choices.
Love,
Kevin
(8 June 2016)
Before I mail the letter (a poem)
Still plugging away at the editing job, while keeping in mind that I want to get to the post office today before it closes.
Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
Must…have…coffee…
Love,
Kevin
(7 June 2016)
Life as the architect of my own undoing (a poem)
I’m in the middle of an editing job, so I was running short of inspiration today. Here is today’s lone poem to emerge from my pen:
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
So we meet again…
Love,
Kevin
(6 June 2016)
Mirror selfie (a poem)
Why do they always look at their phones instead of at the mirror?
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Morning starts early these days, doesn’t it?
Love,
Kevin
(5 June 2016)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 