This Morning

here I am this morning
sitting at a table meant for card play
but being used as a desk
all alone in my bedroom
    I try to start writing
    but can't think of what to say
    I feel a bit grotesque
    like I just crawled out of a tomb
should I write about
the nightmare which woke me?
or the dead squirrel I saw
on my way to get caffeine?
    trying not to pout
    over a brief lack of creativity
    making an effort to claw
    at any creative gene
so here I am this morning
suddenly wanting to play poker
I should be seriously writing
but I'd rather be a joker
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Gupta Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 8:32 PM
There is poem with playing poker too and you know you can bring them out ...
Bradshaw Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 6:54 PM
You should do what makes you feel good. Others opinions are always welcome,and to certain people they are needed. I say let your intuition tell you. Great job on the poem BTW. I've read alot of your works and very interested in seeing what else is on your mind. ..... KEEP on Writing!
Parker Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 5:36 PM
nothing wrong with what you wrote, but..I do feel empathy for the squirrel
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November 11, 2016 at 4:43 PM
I'd think you a Queen. :) We've all had these mornings or these days but it seems that something always appears on the page no matter what hand we are holding. Really nice Christy.
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