If music can soothe even the savage beast, then perhaps poetry could comfort unsettled minds.
In the same vein as 100 days of happy and any other happiness project rhat I missed out on seeing, I’ve secided to start some daily poetry about whatevs is going on with me. Or attempted daily. And I challenge, nay, invite, all and sundry to do the same. Whether it be haiku, limerick, clean or dirty, a few lines or an entire saga. Poetry your hearts out, #poetryinvitational.

My kids love to build with lego blocks,
So I thought they could do the state fair and rock the socks
off the judges with their creative mox…y
But then I missed the date – even though I stayed up late
every night,
I was so sad
for being so bad
at scheduling when I should have had
it already.
My widdle middle also wants to have a go
and who am I to say no,
so, here we go
again.