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.
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Next Monday: Happy news
Dear readers and co-bloggers, now commenting is again possible on almost all blogs.
We're still waiting for the blogrolls to update, so if you think I'm slow in commenting this might be why.
While waiting for an update on this, know that I'm still reading and enjoying your blogs, albeit a bit later than any of us would like.
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