Poem most days!
Okay, so a poem a day has turned out to be a tad ambitious! But having said that, whenever I aim high I am happy to get as close as possible. 'Shoot for the moon, and you'll land amongst the stars': Springs to mind.
I am happy to get to 300 this year - I mean, bloody hell, 300 poems in a year. That ain't bad, is it...is it....
So anyway I'm talking my way out nicely of the guilt that I feel for missing days - but hey, I have a life too!
Here's an unashamedly over-sentimental one that made me cry as I wrote it. I don't normally go in for this type of verse, but I'm allowing myself one... ;-)
John Denver schmaltz
Whisking yorkshire pudding
batter smooth. The roast chicken waiting
hot on a plate.
Your daughter's butterfly
kiss on your tear stained cheek. Your
half grown, shy son standing tall in
the footlights. Your hungry for success
son scoring a goal.
The sound of your car in the
driveway at the end of the
working day. And the sound of your
guitar in the evening strumming,
the children to sleep.