lighten up
sunday morning and i’m aboutto take my “jo” outside and shout
it’s sunday, God, and here i perch
watching birds and thinking church.
I lip the tv on a favorite show
connect with the news, then grass to mow.
church at eleven the morning moves fast
especially since i keep adding tasks.
cooking a waffle fried egg on top
syrup trickles in squares diet stops
I just recalled this poem to be
why i write silly poetry?
I write because chosen words can be strewn
across the page and into the loom….
my word weaving loom and if i’m brave
maybe share before tucking it in my word cave.
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(the above was in response to a NaPoWriMo prompt regarding why I write poetry)
joanconnor
04/26/2026
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