its been a long day ...

And now there are just three puppies left. Lily has gone to live with a lovely family in Bordeaux. The garden was full all afternoon of dogs and puppies and two delightful little girls who took a long time deciding between Lily and Lady!

So my poem for today nearly didn't happen and   says everything I feel at the moment about writing a daily poem.

Foolish promise

Writing a poem a day is unlike

writing one a week although

I didn’t know this before now

and I’ve still no idea of how

the daily poem compares with writing

one a month or five in ten weeks,

not to mention not writing at all

when there are prompts that ask you

to inspire a child, take a coin from your pocket,

fruit from the bowl, use page 37 words

or write in the night about how something

is when you examine what it is not

just like writing a poem a day

is nothing like writing one a week


Hey ho, tomorrow is another day, there will be another prompt and perhaps something with poetic legs.  I'm off to fill my wine glass.