It’s too soon for details, but some big changes may be on our horizon. Some people find change frightening but I think it’s invigorating. A stagnant pond breeds stink and mosquitos. Life is the same—a little upheaval brings fresh new ground for growth. I’m interested to see how this change plays out. Shift happens.
And, because it’s still National Poetry Month, here’s my poem. This was written for the April Writes Challenge which give a prompt every day. Today’s prompt was the seven deadly sins, and the bonus was to make it seven lines. This is my hurried, five minute poem. Sometimes I think I like those best.
:Seven Sins for Sunday:
Sunday is for wrathful path to the old church pew
where I dream of math as I think of my money and it makes me feel greedy
and I put less into the basket for the needy
because if I have more money I can laze like a sloth
and strut my stuff all proud like a boss
and be the sweet envy of the other pew’s tenants
before I gorge like a glutton on the Sunday lunch remnants.