Poetry

Seeking Quietus

shutterstock_197525441I need time,

Some sort of haitus

For sweeping my corners

Free of detritus;

This unruly pile

Of crumpled receipts,

Empty water bottles,

Hastily scribbled lists –

     Oh, LISTS!

Lists, unchecked, forgotten –

Half-formed ideas

Sketched in pencil shavings,

Promissory thoughts

Seeking quietus.

Mother Hen

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(Writing Prompt: HAITUS, part of Poetry 101 Rehab – Thanks, Andy! Feel free to jump on the poetry wagon each Monday!)

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    • Aww thank you so very much for thinking of me! You are most kind… I am also pleased to learn you listened to your bod and gave it a much needed rest! I feel like I’m creaking like a garden gate these days with sore joints. Age sucks… Honestly, I would love to crawl into bed and not leave home for at least a week. But there is so very much that still needs doing….

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  1. Yes! This is what I seek. Great name for respite. I enjoyed your original thoughts which brought a tired smile (with intent of being very broad for this comedic post.) ‘Night, Dorreen!

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