Neanderthal Me

A Neanderthal me comes at night,
He’s storm and grumpy, an ugly blight.
You will not see him with human eyesight.
But he’ll be unkind, and I don’t mean slight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Crabtree Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 3:19 PM
I love your poetry, Caren. You have some many different styles and ideas! ~Angie
Krutsinger Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 8:24 PM
Thank you Angie. I have been writing poetry for almost three years now, so I have truly figured out some ways to rev up Trixie, my muse. The dictionary and Pinterest. I make myself open the dictionary randomly and use the first three to ten words that hit me. This keeps me full of ideas.
Proxenos Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 8:33 AM
I couldn't t imagine you as you describe but its is a good for a laugh - well penned Caren, Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Krutsinger Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 8:24 PM
I can be so grumpy that my husband will sit quietly in a chair, barely breathing for an hour, hoping I will not notice that he is still living.
Rodrigues Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 5:00 AM
Keep the Neanderthal bat in the bed...knock him on his noggin! He’ll see stars. You will get a good night’s sleep ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
October 6, 2020 at 7:05 AM
I will
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