Fun, Funny, Funniest
Life is filled with fun
Maybe not big fun
But little fun each day
I spring from my bed
The hour early
It will be some time before the sun rises
In the dark
I find my way
Open the door
Let the kitten out to play
It is fun just to still be here
And funny too
Some have left, already gone
What am I doing still here?
Fun to have that first cup of coffee
Dark and rich
My brain trails two steps behind
What will the day bring
Will it be fun, funny, or the funniest
I follow myself to the studio
The work is planned
Some colors mixed
The sky is clear
No snow today and that will be fun
February 20, 2019
11 comments:
"In the dark
I find my way"
I love the back and forth of this poem, the ambivalence and the certainty. So happy that the studio awaits and will be forever present in this poem.
"But little fun each day"...Life is made of just this. It's wonderful to discover that.
Luv the simple things in life from whence your fun spurts forth. Enjoyed this poem, even though I am not a 'cat person'.
much love...
I am like you, Annell. It is the small pleasures that mean so much now. I love this poem, love the peaceful dailiness of your quiet joy. ESPECIALLY love "it is fun just to still be here." Yes!
Susan I tried and tried to comment on your blog? No luck! Loved your write! Thanks for your comments.
I got your sweet comments.
I can almost believe, from reading this poem, that the poet's life is fun from the very beginning of the day to the very end. So much richness in it! From the coffee to the kitten to the paints. Fun!
I think you and I like the same kinds of fun. Coffee, my dogs, my "play room" where I doodle and dabble that's such fun for me.
I think you should do something different once in a while, otherwise you might say in a few years time, "I wish I had done this or that".
"Funny" you should say that, about my poem, Fun, Funny, Funniest. Thanks for your comment Old Egg.
Mmm, sunshine! Glad *some*body's getting a bit of that! Cheers from the Waterlogged Blue Ridge Mountains...
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