Every Day

Every Day short poem

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What can I write when my mind has gone blank?
A string of words won’t make a sentence, or a paragraph too.
I fiddle with thoughts and type blindly away
Then the next thing I know, I’m thinking of you.
Just how was the drive to the heart of LA,
Did the car run smooth, was the traffic insane?
Were the people you met as nice as expected?
Surely they saw you were adept and connected.
When you got home the dogs howled and jumped up
Oh please fill up our bowl and top off our cup.
Then Bailey will arrive like a tornado from Kansas
And she’ll take her water colors and paint you a canvas.
So when the time comes to lay your head down for your rest
You will know in your heart you gave it your best
So I have run out of words and I am left all askew
And find my mind filling with thoughts: the wonder of you.
Kiss Bailey good night and pat those two pooches
And imagine you’re getting my famous tress smmmoooccchhhesss.

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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