Westerlies whipped wildly across the garden shed
I peeked out through the curtains ran straight back to my bed.
For in it I felt comfort beneath the eiderdown
In a state of isolation wrapped up In my nightgown.
It could become a habit
So easily I know
Kilos on the weighing scales
Quickly begin to show.
I must now find a project
Something I really like
Like meditation, yoga
Or an exercise bike.
But there always is tomorrow
So today I’ll treat myself
Leave cleaning for another day
Let the dust stay on the shelf.
JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )
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At 05:15 in the morning with nothing else to do
I rattled off my poem as is my want to do
A poem about the elements not about rabbit stew
Just to satisfy the need to write a poem for you
So I have now composed my missive exorcised this ghost
Now it’s time to wordpress it hit the send button and post.
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