Sunday, June 25, 2017


                                  “When e’re he made a meme,
                                   It raised his self esteem.”
                    The quote above occurred to me last night
                    While I had pen and paper near to write
                    Beside my bed, as often I will do
                    When thoughts occur that later I’ll pursue,
                    Though sometimes what I meant is enigmatic,
                    Like radio transmissions marred by static.
                    While often inconvenient, still these clues
                    Are messages to treasure from my Muse
                    And by the light of day to weave into
                    The fabric of a verse for pleasing you,
                    Dear reader, meant to elevate your mood.

                   (This meme, though, had been better unpursued.)