Poetry Monday :: Stem

Three years ago Messymimi had the right diagnosis for one of the things bothering me now and then: The Ookie-pookies. This is a general feeling that the universe is conspiring to make you as miserable as possible, with things you can't help, nor really complain about without sounding ungrateful and whiny.
  Something like this: Everything is just plain old stupid. News, friends, family, social media, the nature around me, and even myself - everything is drab, boring, stupid. Nobody ever listens, Nobody ever understands anything. Everybody but me is going places and having fun. The one day I want to go to an outdoor event, is the one day it rains in a long row of sunshiny days. When I go to bed I have to go for a pee. When I go shopping the items on my list are sold out ... You know the feeling,
     Today the Okie-Pokies have gotten me again. The weather is so nice, but now that I know rain will come stupid me then cannot enjoy the sunshine any more.
     It sometimes happen, when the calendar is full. I need "breahing days" now and then. Days where everybody is at home, where weøre not all getting up too early, flying in each one directin and maybe not coming home for dinner. It's not even bad things, like dentists' appintments. It's birthdays. plant dyeing and fun things. But whne there's no days with nothing on them for too long, I get the Ookie-Pookies.

But ... it's Poetry Monday ... Let's try to poem the Ookie-pookies away:

It stems from nothing,
It goes nowhere
It is un-budging
It'll stay right here,
It'll be raining on me
and on my parade.
Till I get old and bleary-eyed.

Yuck: I can't even Wordle today.
Today’s average difficulty is 5.2 guesses out of 6, or very challenging.
Wordle 1.430 X/6

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