So Lizzi, the woman in the geekish chapeau
reminded me it’s time for the Octpowrimo.
This time last year I was all in the ready.
This year I fear my muse’s pulse is quite thready.
Ok, so enough of the limerick… Before the Bards and my fortunate run in with my dear friend Lizzi, I thought of poetry as a good reason to slit my throat. I still tend toward the depressive and I don’t think I’m at all alone in that. As a matter of fact, if you read through this blog there is many a depressive sonnet to squeeze your heart. I am going to try my hand at writing less of that ( I can’t promise) and sticking to not only the silly, but the observations of life, Odes to things I love and things not so lovely perhaps, reasons to like the letter K or the bastardized version of Candy Crush. I’m sure my dog Skip will be making an appearance or 12.
Either way, thanks for the reminder Lizzi!