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:
June 2016
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)
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Sorry I missed you. I did remember to buy half-and-half…
Love,
Kevin
(5 June 2016)
On a Saturday morning in 2016 (a poem)
A warm, sunny day in Seattle today. So, naturally (?), I turn to introspection…
Somewhere along the line (or A poem in which I exhaust the metaphor of life as a train trip)
Up late after hearing about the death of Muhammad Ali and watching old clips on YouTube.
The smoking area in front of the Greenwood Fred Meyer, Friday morning, at 11:15 a.m. (a poem)
I stopped at Fred Meyer this morning on my way home from my annual physical. When I saw a bunch of people in black shirts out front, between the sidewalk and the parking garage, I figured it must be the smoking area. I was right.
Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
Coffee is a good thing.
Love,
Kevin
(3 June 2016)
Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
I hate it when dreams tease me, then go away…
Love,
Kevin
(2 June 2016)
Ordinary Average Thoughts 