What Day Is It
I sit dazed, distracted, withdrawn,
wondering is it dusk or dawn?
whence daybreak?
Shelter in place is perplexing;
changes in routines quite vexing
all daylong
I dozed awhile this afternoon.
pondering quarantine past June?
bad daydreams
Arising from my computer,
Coronavirus, my tutor,
worse daymare.
“Wash hands, wear masks, find a clean glove”.
This pandemic scares ME out of
the daylights.
May 1, 2020
form: compound verse
8, 8, 3 - a, a, x - third line of each tercet has a compound word with the same base word. Credit for creation to: Margaret R. Smith.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2020
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