You were my time piece,
one hand on my shoulder, the other
in my shirt. Even half asleep
your third eye was always on the clock.
A year in, you're still a stickler:
just enough time to shower, just enough
to eat so I can feed
you again: Tick
tock, mummy. Tick tock.
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Well, we're almost at the end of May. Which means we're almost at the end of May Day, the beautiful blog based poetry project that's in its third year now.
I said I would attempt a poem a day...and utterly utterly failed.
Too many book reviews & articles due and far too many readings of Dr. Seuss' ABCs (I particularly love the letter X: X is extra useful if your name is Nixie Knox. It also comes in handy spelling ax and extra fox.), to possibly get it done.
And while this may sound like far too many excuses to some readers, I'm (reasonably) proud of the dozen or so poems I did manage to write.
And that's the whole point, isn't it?