It was bright and beautiful and warm(ish) outside today. I sort of puttered around. Did some wash, puttered around just a little, bothered the cats a little. Looked at the watercolor stuff but somehow the collage part just wasn’t calling me. If I were more disciplined I would have done just practice stuff anyway.
Last night I did work on a sonnet, which I described as one of the world’s worst sonnets:
Dear people whose iphones are full of stuff
who now get messages most confusing
Those of you who gird with cases tough
all the while insurance you’re refusing
You claim that clouds are too far above you.
Your computer died while on vacation?
But now your iPhone’s lost or broken too
and you’d like the grace of restoration.
A genius of technology beseech?
Or carrier, you call them to implore?
Oh precious contacts just beyond your reach!
Oh calendars for home and school and more!
Where is the data that you seek most pained?
A woeful lack of backup now explained.
I’m not sure I’m quite ready for Poetry Month…
