Whispered Wanderings

I sit upon you every single day;
and never once have heard you to complain.
I guess that’s just because it is your way:
to function and not cause me any pain.
You help me do my job and then to write,
to pay my bills and catch up on email;
and read a lot of awesome poetry.
I shall not give you up without a fight!
I’d wage a war, although on smaller scale.
(I realize this makes me sound crazy.)

klm
4/9/24

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own ode celebrating an everyday object.” Mine is an English Ode, which is basically a combination of the Sicilian Quatrain and an Italian Sestet.

And another for today, that just came tumbling out:

Song of My Heart

How do we know who to love,
how do we know who will care?

Nobody knows who to love,
Nobody knows who will care.

This is a song I can sing,
This is a bell I can ring.

You do not know how to sing,
And this bell you cannnot ring!

My heart does know who to love!
My heart does know who will care!

Now that you’ve rung that bell,
I’ll gladly bid to you farewell.

Goodbye, I am glad you’re gone,
I could never be your pawn!

klm
4/9/24