Ode to sitting still a.k.a I’m fried and think I can write poetry


The days have passed for sitting still and slipping away into pages of a suspenseful book Alas, I am begrudged with too many tasks. The days have slipped by for sitting still and silently observing yarn and hook weaved The timepiece moves quick and sly The days have slipped away for sitting still and slowly … Continue reading Ode to sitting still a.k.a I’m fried and think I can write poetry