the sky is blue today;
more of a mottled, coddled gray.
i really don’t think
i like my kids today
this teenaged tyrant way,
this humming hormoned storm.
i really don’t know
if today the words
will flow. perhaps today’s
the day they finally just
………………………….don’t.
..
Day 9 for NaPoWriMo.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
I’m right there with you.
Looks like they flow pretty well to me.
Tim
Lets hope tomorrow is much better.
motled, coddled gray says it all. You’re a powerhouse of poetry!
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