Day 104:
Has the Haiku Muse
discarded and left me for
a stronger poet?
Day 105:
Hard-backs, paper-backs,
e-books, audiobooks, so
many books on shelves.
Day 106:
I stare at empty
pages and blank screens waiting
for creative prose.
Day 107:
I arrange items
on my desk and rearrange
them, waiting for words.
Day 108:
Simon disrupts the
trashcan and my peace–now he
looks at me and flops.
Day 109:
“Why not me?” I ask.
“Why should I not achieve great
and wonderful goals?”
The Bookish Bird 