I surprised my bride with a puppy for her birthday. Her name is Whimsy.
Today’s poem is definitely inspired by her and ran a little longer than usual.
The Puppy Machine
Day 323: Untitled
No title for today’s piece. It feels rough and unfinished. But I’m writing poetry again and if it’s a little raw, so be it.
It’s been a little while since I waxed romantic so without further ado…
Untitled
Day 322: Gratitude Attitude
Boy have I fallen off the horse? Best that can be said about that is that it’s not too late to climb back on it. Going to try and finish the year strong with this personal challenge. Here goes today’s poem…
Gratitude Attitude
Day 317: Evolving Enviros
Lots of changes around me lately. More to come I suspect.
Evolving Environment
Day 310: Morning, Dark Roast
Thoroughly enjoying this morning’s coffee. It’s the little things in life, isn’t it?
Morning, Dark Roast
Day 309: The Secret of Sharks
Feeling slightly Seussical this morning and reflecting on a lesson that I recently relearned.
The Secret of Sharks
Day 308: Eyes of Wonder
I keep running into scenes, excerpts, and quotes about childish things in adulthood–seeing things as a child sees them, not fearing judgement for what we enjoy, and embracing wonder. I think someone might be trying to tell me something, because the truth is, I struggle with these things.
Eyes of Wonder
Day 302: Monster Night
Happy Halloween my fellow beasties…
Monster Night
Day 300 & Day 301: Drizzle; Numbers and Noise
Yesterday’s poem written before a long drive through some yucky weather. Too heavy to be called mist, too light to be called rain. Just wet enough to make the roads fun to drive on and seep into everything.
Drizzle
This morning’s poem brought to you from that “I don’t know where this is coming from” part of my mind. I’m honestly not sure if it’s a form of insight or simply my attempt to process everything that’s going on lately in the world. There just seems to be so much…
Numbers and Noise
Day 299: Guard Dog
Someone was going up and down the stairs outside our apartment the other night and our dog was on high alert!
Guard Dog
The Everyday Poet 