I haven’t had a go at writing poetry in years, but good ones appear in my Twitter feed every day, and yesterday, for some reason, maybe the dull weather and the lazyness of Sunday apathy inspired me to capture my thoughts.

This first one, written directly to Twitter, is about that very thought,

The bread machine is silent, it knows what to do 
The crockpot is bubbling, we’ll meet again at six 
Tomorrow’s socks are washing 
Beer is opened, pen lid is off 
Poems do not have to rhyme 

The bread machine is silent, it knows what to do
The crockpot is bubbling, we’ll meet again at six
Tomorrow’s socks are washing
Beer is opened, pen lid is off
Poems do not have to rhyme#writingcommmunity #poetrycommunity #sunday

— Mike Duggan (@MikeDug45117510) December 1, 2019

The next one, is an epiphany. I have taken my eyes off the prize, I’m not writing as much as I was.

I checked on dinner, phone in hand. 
I set the washing machine, phone in hand. 
I sat down to write, phone in hand. I opened a beer, phone in hand. 
I mock those who can’t put their phone down and enjoy life, with my phone in hand. 
I wrote this on the phone in my hand. 

I checked on dinner, phone in hand.
I set the washing machine, phone in hand.
I sat down to write, phone in hand.
I opened a beer, phone in hand.
I mock those who can’t put their phone down and enjoy life, with my phone in hand.
I wrote this on the phone in my hand.

— Mike Duggan (@MikeDug45117510) December 1, 2019

I have gained a few likes for these, and even a retweet, but whats more important is actually writing them, is writing, and it is this that I need to focus on.