Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by Diane at On the Border.
But from Monday, January 8, 2024, Messymimi
and I have conspired to keep the chair
warm for her, as she's taking a break due to
health issues. We will each set the topics for one month, I began with
January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.
Today is Meaning.
And oops I did it again. I wrote a poem in my mind yesterday evening, thinking I sure would remember it.
I forgot all about it while sleeping and visiting the dentist this morning. And by all I mean ALL. Normally I do remember a line or two, and even what it was about, but this time around it evaporated in its entirety.
I'll try and write a new poem today, while biking, working an knitting. But as my brain now feels as empty as a pauper's purse, please do not hold your breath.
-- Meaning --
I'm sorry. I wrote the most corny poem ever. I cannot find anything else inside my brain.
Love gives meaning to every thing
Love sealed with a golden ring
Gives meaning to aching
Gives meaning to making
and even to baking.
- - - - -
Next Monday: Happy news
Corny, a little, and yet so true.
SvarSletThank you, and yes It's true!
SletIt is still better than anything I could think of.
SvarSletOh, thanks!
Slet