Bumper NaPoWriMo *4th - 11th April 2011*

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NaPoWriMo *18th April 2010*

Tired Today

Today is a tired day, it has sleep in its eyes.
It's tried to wake up, had coffee,
done some light exercise,
to no avail. Its eyes are dark still.

Today has had a long night.
It ran and ran and ran, last night,
lost a shoe, had an argument. Hates itself.
Tomorrow will be better, it tells itself.

Today

Today is the colour of violets,
Spun sugar clouds rotate across the icing sky.
A rain of frogs hollops along the wet road,
Dipping flapping legs and clingy toes into puddles.

Today

Today is a grey steel ball, rolling down a smooth hill made of two faces. The clouds are the same cold grey, reflecting nothing but themselves down onto the hill; which is punctuated by the gaps in the dark clouds. A sentence spelled in dripping misery and cheat – if this is taken internally, likely cause: Choking hazard.
today/ today/ today/ is a toad/ a toad/ a toad/
tomorrow/ tomorrow/ tomorrow/ is far away/ away/ away/

today...

...has been an absolute washout. It has rained cats and dogs, I've been bombarded with work - petty bastards peddling ridiculousness at hiked prices. Hooray, this is what blogs are really about - ranting.
Let's have a haiku about today:

Learning all the greys
Light and darker shades the same
Today has them all