Today was a bad writing day.
So bad, that when I wrote a poem with the title “A Bad Writing Day,” the damned poem disappeared after I saved it. I searched everywhere. It’s hiding somewhere among the pixels.
So, in effect, I wrote my “poem a day” for April Poetry Writing Month today, — and it ran away from me from embarrassment.
Now what?
A cop-out, that’s what. I dug up an old one, and stuck it in my blog (the post just before this one in terms of chronology).
Hey, at least I know I wrote my poem today – even if it did disappear!
So, that should salve my conscience, right?
Actually, even if I had posted it, I’d have been so mad at myself for such a bad poem that I would not have been able to look myself in the eye for quite a while.
Some days are good poem days, and other days are bad poem days (sort of like “good and bad hair days.” )
Ultimately, it all depends on the weather, and how much sleep you had.
So, I’m off to get mine — sleep, that is. (And perhaps tomorrow, perhaps on Sunday, I’ll make up for today’s lack by writing two poems.
Well, goodnight, dear blog and bloggers!
Dreamers of Dreams