One of the poems I wrote yesterday during the Poets in the Park festivities.
Musings
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Fifty years ago, this moment was 50 years away.
Love,
Kevin
(20 July 2019)
How much does a pound of nothing weigh? (a poem)
Written last night during a bout of drowsiness combined with a mild headache…
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I’m going to be behind on a couple of things today. Can’t be helped.
Love,
Kevin
(19 July 2019)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Oh, you are NOT starting with me this early in the day…
Love,
Kevin
(18 July 2019)
I don’t have a title for this, so I’ll just say it’s about the full moon hiding behind midsummer clouds (a poem)
So tired today…
After the 43rd day (a poem)
Inspired by this week’s episode of The Handmaid’s Tale…
Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Naptime already?
Love,
Kevin
(15 July 2019)
Twenty-one hours into this day (a poem)
Not very focused today, but I did come up with this (and do a bunch of laundry)…
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
Laundryfest ’19 has commenced!
Love,
Kevin
(14 July 2019)
