Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. I’m feeling a little whimsical today, hence:
I am going to write a bad poem about a good feeling.
Like a fresh coat of paint that immediately starts peeling.
Nothing deep, earnest, soulful or blue
Just a poem about feeling contented, it’s true.
Don’t start yawning or scrunching up your face in digust.
I’ve turned Sundays into making poetry writing a “must.”
So today I feel rested, silly, goofy, and pleased.
I hope that my poem doesn’t make you feel cheesed.
Take a breath, take a pause, and make a choice towards healing:
Write your own good/bad poem about your own good/bad feeling.
And then share it with me . . . .
Your glee is my glee.
You’ll see.
Wheee!
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.