Lethargy
I am a turtle on a rock
A cat in a box
I am in sleep mode
waiting for a system update
My pens will not pirouette
I will avoid eye contact
with the list on the fridge
The weeds in the flower bed
will get a reprieve
This corner of the couch
has invisible straps
My spirit surrenders to a languid state
I can reach the remote
my bag of chips
I will plea to loved ones
to refill my glass
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You’re a man after my own heart, Bill 😏
I avoid eye contact with my list too 😀
We painted a chalkboard on the fridge so if it makes to much eye contact we can just erase it 😀
Love your imagery and word choices.
Wonderful!!!! Wonderfully penned
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“My pens will not pirouette”
Oh! Look. There they go,
All wonderful and twirling.
❤️
Penned my most lethargic days, especially “My pens will not pirouette”!
Some days belong to the inner sloth.
A delightful Sunday stroll!
I am in sleep mode
waiting for a system update
My pens will not pirouette oh yeah!
Thank you for the confessional feeling of this that makes me feel better somehow…as you list things I can relate to like I “will avoid eye contact
with the list on the fridge
The weeds in the flower bed
will get a reprieve”
thanks for this fine poem!
love how the list has eyes on you
I know this feeling—captured so well in your honest images—o think all couches come with those invisible straps and you just can’t get at them with scissors!
Very nice. I especially like the wide variety of examples used to indicate your state!
What a validating poetic list of non-activities to not engage in when one is experiencing lethargy. I appreciate the realness of your words and examples.