Poetry Too Early
I woke up at 2:00 AM and it is now 4:23 AM. These are not hours one should be aware of. Or - These are not hours of which one should be aware. Oh, dear. I'm getting tired when a preposition at the end of a sentence bothers me. I'm sneezing and coughing and stuffy. I haven't been sick since a lot of time ago. I don't think I'm going anywhere tomorrow/today. Mucinex DM, please kick in. I want to go to sleep. While sleepless, I did manage to be somewhat fruitful, crawling out to the computer and writing these for Poetry Friday hosted by Betsy at Teaching Young Writers . I don't know why, but poetry and poet tree and po-or tree kept floating through my mind. I stopped them for a bit to mull them over and try them out. So this is very early morning poetry...and there is no poet tree in sight. I am not sitting under it. I'm in the kitchen 'neath a bright o'erhead light. Oh, I'm tired. I need to breathe. I'm posting this and then ma