Shall I respond?
Shall I reply?
Shall I exist in an endless supply?
Of harps and horns and trumpets
Well it’ Friday now
So I hope you have a good reason to
Be at your computer!
I appreciate your fellowship
But remember I break for the weekend too
If you find me here, it’s never too soon
Magically I appear out of nowhere
And share as I stare at my blank screen
It’s up to you to comment
On my sonnets
You tell me to clear my mind
In you I find what I hide
Is also what I scribe
Words follow me you see
To the end of the sea and
Give me relief when I’m in need
Poetry is my one escape
An endeavor met never alone
The angels sing to me
Giving way to my next thought that I jot down
Creatively speaking to sorts of whimsical
Flutes and satirical empires
Join me and together we can be
Making a difference with the letters we choose
Lets have a hay day
So many plans
As I rant on
About the hours of my job
Not spilling over
But ending today
Let’s sing a song
About what went wrong this week:
I’m not complaining
about too much rain
I’m just saying the weather
could be better
I love my job
but I feel robbed of my time
And my few nephews haven’t called all week.
So much to say
How bout I try saying what went right:
I enjoyed my birthday
I finally categorized my blog
Take a look to the left and tell me what you like
Please post a comment
Truly i’m touched to see so much love
Fallen from heaven as a resin of truth
My commitment sits with the winds on the ocean
Identifying what takes its course
Is not what I see, but in how I use thee.
I implore you to lift my soul.
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