Too much distraction Lurks everywhere. On screens, In my ear, tiny and tinny Because I still wear those little rubber buds. I don't write enough Because scrolling is addictive. FOMO over-rides imagination until It's time to do something, like make dinner. Now push aside dinner's dirty dishes Grab a notebook and a pen. Sit right there among the clutter And let your own thoughts ascend.
It’s calming, it’s cooling, it’s bracing, it’s gritty, it’s the same, it’s different every time it pulls away,
and it makes me realize that I am, too.
The slap of lime, a ting on the skin
The lap of the waves, warm with a breeze in the current
Laughter, sweat and the active laziness of summer camp for grown-ups.
Bellies swollen — food babies this time rolling under sunburned skin.
A Grump at the omelette station — no way, Mon.
“All Irie.” Have another drink.
So today’s a bit of wash-out.
A good day for reading, writing and dreaming “what if?”
But in my mind blue skies frame the future
Broad and full with light and grace.
Greetings, Napsters! Here in the U.S. we are ramping up for that quintessential American holiday, Thanksgiving. In true Can I Take A Nap spirit I invite everyone to join me in my warm up to next Thursday’s holiday with some bad haiku.
Somebody check fast!
Guests arriving in a minute ~
Extra T.P. roll?
Did we forget it?
Check the oven and the ‘fridge
House is dark and still.
Foil wrappings crackle too loud!
Midnight sandwich time.
House full of kids’ friends
Loud, laughing. Now they can drink.
Pretend I can’t sleep.
Everybody gets a leg!
Doggerel: poetry that is poorly written and that often is not meant to be taken seriously
I’m no poet, for sure.
There’s nothing melodious
About my lines of verse.
Yet it’s obvious.
I keep attempting, never-ending
To elicit a laugh,
With my sorry display