Slice 4 of 31
Stamina–I don’t know if I have the stamina for these 31 days in a row. 4 of 31…I wanted to be ahead and write the night before for each slice, but that didn’t last long. I hate when I slice in the evening because I feel so late, so frantic, so frazzled. I am not feeling like a daily writer yet. I’m not looking at the world like a write this month. I forget to look for the material that exists in my world. Okay, let me see how I can butcher Frost’s poem again…
Stopping to Slice on Another Evening
Whose blog this is I think I know.
My thoughts are cluttered even so
I cannot fathom what to write here
To watch my lines of clutter lacking flow.
My audience of slicers must think it queer
To read this post of angst and fear
Between my ears a frozen lake
Thoughts are jumbled, can’t get in gear.
I give my mind a little shake
To conjure thoughts I can’t forsake
The only sound’s the keyboard’s sweep
Of pattering fingers on the make.
The words are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And days to go before I sleep,
And days to go before I sleep.