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.
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....
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
Greg - I'm rather looking forward to not knowing what to do with myself :P
ReplyDeleteExcellent little poem, the sentiment is clear but not heavy handed. Very nice.