Day

November 13, 2025

Writing poetry every morning, like EVERY morning lately has done some good things for my psyche.

But not watching the news in the morning probably helps even more. I used to come down with my coffee and turn on the news – no more.

I wanted to be part of the solution, I am not going to be part of the problem, and in my work and heart I’m doing good for people.

I have one life. That’s enough for everyone else to take. I’ve given quite enough.

In the beginning
our sleeping arrangements were
“only once in a while”.

That didn’t keep it
from being a fairytale;
you were my whole world.

When the bed was ours
I won the damn lottery,
is this what’s called luck?

Today’s poetry prompt words were: sleeping arrangements, fairytale, and lottery.

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My New Stories

vibrant red tulips in bloom against clear sky
romantic couple lying on bed while sleeping
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blue ocean