Saturday November 24th, 2012

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about something which has been: deprived.

I imagine it won't take much figuring on your end to determine the subject of my poem. Fingers, toes, and eyes crossed for a better night tonight.

Kat's dad (now generally referred to as Grandpa Jim) and I got back to work on the deck today. With the sun actually shining for once, we managed to get a reasonable amount done. The plan tomorrow is to focus on the front porch. After that's finished, we'll connect with the decking at the side of the house, toss up a railing, and... um... we might actually be done at that point.

Strange thought, that.

Mine:

The days pass by
In the blink of an eye,
And somehow I
Sleep not a wink, oh my.

2 Comments:

Greg said...

Sleep is for the weak, you know. There's plenty of time to sleep when you're dead :) It just never feels like it when you desperately want just a little of sleep....
You wont know what to do with yourself if you finish the decking you know :-P

Great little poem, I think it gets across your state of mind perfectly!

Deprived
I didn't know that I was rich
Until my joy all went away,
And now I know that I'm deprived
Because I miss it every day.

Marc said...

Greg - I'm rather looking forward to not knowing what to do with myself :P

Excellent little poem, the sentiment is clear but not heavy handed. Very nice.