Grey Mondays (a poem)

Cool and cloudy this Monday morning… No standing here all too clear neither refusal nor fear not here Vignettes alone pictures on a phone here in the ‘friend zone’ alone Conditional risks justifiable picks dinner at six without risks Grey, grey Mondays no time for play with stumbling blocks in the way Ah, Mondays! (23 [...]

When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)

Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days. The afternoon feels empty and cold I can’t seem to get myself going Today feels like the same old same old I look around and there’s nothing doing Outside it’s all cloudy and grey I can’t [...]

The cat and the fireplace (a poem)

The February 18th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, is to write a poem based on grey. Since I was not in a frame of mind to ‘[strike] a dismal, dreary tone’, I turned instead for inspiration to memories of a cat we once had who would sometimes nap in [...]