Poetic Fatigue Syndrome

The line tires me
but the great, gray
scratchy pens perk
like scalding coffee.

-M.
(Day 22 of my 66 Day Poetry Habit. Tired today, hence the doldrums poem. Not bad, just yawn and zzz. I’d rather a nap, but I promised myself, at the very least, an American Sentence to keep the streak alive. Here she is. Today’s American Sentence keeping the streak alive. Now… yawn and zzz.)

Second Best Hair

Second Best Hair

Still keeps your head warm

And your lover’s fingers busy.

-M.

(Day 18 of my 66 Day Poetry Habit. This one is an “American sentence,” 17 syllables. Definitely not a home run, but enough to keep my streak alive and that’s what I’m all about on through the 67th day! Onward and forward.)