No, I do not like that best
Up every morning with the lark
Or fidgety in winters dark
Then once all the chores are done
Off I go down the park for a run
Must confess there are times
I sit still writing rhymes
Words now flow freely from my brain
What a great hobby to keep sane
Cup of coffee by my side
Interruptions I do not abide
Once the poen has been writ
Ponder what you'll think of it
It's evening now so off to bed
In morn will check what you have said
Of mine and see what others do
And comment kindly on your work too
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Ah yes rest in poetry is a joy
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday Robin
Much✏love
I am a night owl, but don't sleep in late – so there are little naps during the day. Writing the verses does tend to take precedence over retiring!
ReplyDeleteWell when you're working on something you love, it hardly feels like work at all. It's much more like play. And play is sort of like rest's active sibling.
ReplyDeleteThank you Robin, for getting written so that we can read it when we wake up. I assume this is the actual telling the tale, more times than not it is my made up alter ego who writes lie after lie using my pronun "I". I did that last night here on my smart Galaxy 8 cell phone. Thanks for reading while I slept.
ReplyDeleteWaking up earlier as we get older, I woke up at 3:45 and couldn't get back to sleep so I got up ar four. Mrs. Jim uses an ambien so she can get five hours of sleep. We go to bed around midnight.
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You are right. Poetry keeps one sane.
ReplyDeleteWe are fortunate to have our propensity for writing. Some nights my brain will not stop and I have midnight epiphanies that require that I get up and write them down so my brain can shut off and let me sleep!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds a lot like my days, except I don't run. :)
ReplyDeleteI identify with much of your poem, Robin, rising with the lark and sitting still writing rhymes, but not the run in the park – a walk is enough for me! And writing and reading definitely keep us sane.
ReplyDeletePoetry, oh yes, It fills my days and keeps me hungry to write.
ReplyDeleteI like your style
ReplyDeleteMakes me smile
You’ve got the right stuff
All business, no fluff
so handsome as well
ReplyDeletesurprised,who could tell
i should have been nicer
please buy me a splicer
it's my birthday soon
i dont want the moon
i don't want the moon
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Love this poem, Robin!
ReplyDeleteChortled.
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