Poetic Tides Through Time

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Tonight...

The house is cleaned and I am headed to bed -
Ahhh - perhaps stay up and enjoy it instead?
The boys and my hubby are coming in late;
I’m tired tonight, wonder if I can stay awake?
No, the puppy and I, to dreamland will head…

…then comes morning

Your clothes lie on the floor, not in the hamper,
The house is cold; who forgot the fireplace damper?
What? No bathroom tissue paper on the roll?
Who couldn’t change it before someone had to go?
The pup left shredded tissues on the carpeted floor
And pulled crumpled paper from the unlocked trash door.
Clean the house! is screaming loudly at me once more!

Bye!

What’s that you ask, where am I headed afore?
A vacation! My plane is flying to the shore!!


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Entry: April 12, 2017
Prompt: Pet peeve
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Form: Cinquain, Septain & Couplet
Syllabic Pattern: 12-11-12-11-12, etc.
Rhyme Pattern: Approximates iambic hexameter

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost