Early in the Morning.
He sneaks into my
room, tiptoeing across the floor
He thinks I still sleep
I say to him "I see you"
He says "Mom, Dad fussed at me."
heidi
written 4/11/13 for
I don't know that I have written a tanka before, but that was today's prompt for the NaPoWriMo challenge. I wasn't sure what to call it, and I am still mulling over the title. I guess I could have just called it "Day 11" for now. Yesterday, I just couldn't post enough, twice here a slew of tweets, and I recorded a mess of posted poems on Audioboo and added them to the page, and then tweeted about it. Today, I feel kind of empty. I am not sure if it was because of all the writing yesterday, or if I was so busy yesterday because I had to do something today that I didn't want to do and I was trying to work out some anxiety. Maybe I'm just tired.
Does anyone now have the song Early in the Morning stuck in his/her head?
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