Conference weary
Eyes are bleary.
Lost an hour
Feeling dour.
Clothes are tumbling
I am fumbling.
Word count falls
My bed calls.
This is my fourteenth year to participate in the March Slice of Life Challenge, writing every day during the month of March. Thank
you, Two Writing Teachers, for creating this challenge and providing the
space and support for us year after year. And thanks to this magnificent
community for sharing stories with me and encouraging my writing life.
The time change always makes me wonder where did that hour go? Did my dreams enter a portal and fast forward to now?
ReplyDeleteThis poem is such a little delight. And YES to feeling dour about losing an hour.
ReplyDeleteThe time change always gets to me and it takes a few days to get back on track. Not to mention what it does to the cats. Bob
ReplyDeleteThe 8 lines on the 8th are a delight to read, and you made it rhyme to boot! You prove that successful slicing does not have a word count minimum.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured conference life perfectly.
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