No Enthusiasm
No zip, no pep, no verve,
Today, I will observe.
No perkiness, no zeal,
Lethargy is real.
No vim and vigor,
No spice or vinegar,
No ambition, no drive,
I scarcely feel alive.
I’m like Uncle Joe
Amovin’ kind of slow
at the junction.
I can barely function.
My get up and go got up and went.
My energy is fully spent.
My to-do list? I won’t do it.
My goal today: to get through it.
On Second Thought, Maybe Not
I made my lengthy to-do list,
All on the night before.
I got up and had my breakfast,
But feeling rather sore.
My head feels like it’s pounced upon.
My throat is itchy, too.
It feels like swallowing a ball.
My nose is full of goo.
I think about the things need done,
And feel a bit of dread.
So I will reconsider it,
And go right back to bed.
Us
The poems of poets vigorous
Can sometimes be most rigorous
And what makes us contiguous
Is that we can be ambiguous,
but creativity is not exiguous
New Chapter
One more time
of leaving in the dark,
driving thirty minutes uphill,
greeting twenty rambunctious kids,
having morning circle,
classes or crafts, hiking,
watching as they go wild
like the animals they study
playing in the oak brush.
And then new chapter.
So many chapters
in this novel of mine,
lots of twists and turns
highs and lows.
I don’t know what’s ahead,
but I’m happy to know
that every end precedes
a new beginning.
Underwhelmed
Unimpressed by the hoopla
Not enthusiastic of the reel
Dispassionate at it all
Emotionless, no zeal
Really apathetic
Wonderless indeed
Hopelessly incurious
Empty, full of need
Lacking inspiration
Marked indifference
Exceptionally bored
Desiring suspense
A Shadorma
Good morning
In stillness, I write
Breathing in
Breathing out
Inviting inspiration
I think I need tea
