I want to get in the habit of writing daily, and having Daily Kos to post on gives me that little extra shot in the arm.
Yet I'm too tired to do any research of rational and strategic thinking tonight.
So this little poem is a little nonsense.
There is really much to write about...fun stuff. I hope I bring a smile to you otherwise serious day.
What does one write when she doesn't want to write?
Is it best to write about the nice weather today
Or the political trouble the party in power is in?
Do we wish all we know a perfect day ahead,
If it's night, like now, just skip that idea.
Do we write about our kids being prettier than theirs,
Or their school work that they stack on top of their beds?
I know I can complain about my work or lack of it,
My pet, the plumbing and the purple curtains in the parlor.
I could write about my woes of being older and wild,
Or maybe being a silly sweet lady who pees on her plants.
There's always the rent, the utilities, the price of gas,
Those horrible food prices and the smell of kitchen mixtures
Stewing on the stove while I twirl my long hair once more.
I take a look around me and see the trees cast a show
Of branches waving leaves across a blackened sky.
I fret about what kind of picture will go with this rambling,
Perhaps a dark night, a gas station or my beautiful child.
I'm just about done with this going nowhere meditation
Of the magic of writing, or filling paper with words,
Of silent mumbling, of talking to self I'll never hear.
It's time to give it a title and put it to bed,
Tuck it in tight, reading a story on the side.
I'll attach a few labels as it tosses and turns.
And then I'll put it on Facebook for you to scorn.