I’ve got nothing

Part of Slice of Life Tuesdays on Two Writing Teachers. Join us!

I’ve got nothing
to say

My holiday
is over
Pushing snooze
Just makes me a loser
It doesn’t make the
clock stop

My daughter
is insisting on leaving
So cruel-
She’s going back to stupid school
Whatever, I’m proud but
allowed to miss her already

The shade in my family room hates me
I guarantee – it sticks
time I try to close it
I hate it too
So there

I couldn’t figure out who would be knocking
so late and so weirdly at my door
But it was my ice maker
finally making ice cubes after all these years!
or actually just one tiny sliver of ice
then no more

The dog barked loudly
for so long
Now I don’t know if a car parked
someone walked by
a deer ran through my yard
or a serial killer snuck up
He’s probably still waiting for me
Crouched nearby


3 thoughts on “I’ve got nothing

  1. I love this new year’s poem! hahaha Truly, there is so much “painful humor” – this is an honest reflection of the pain of returning to “regular life” after holiday fun. These lines kicked off my chuckles, thank you so much:
    My daughter
    is insisting on leaving
    So cruel-
    She’s going back to stupid school

    I hope your fun poem makes you feel lighter and happier, too!

  2. Hilarious! I actually laughed out loud when I read about the ice maker. Mine knocks at the door, too. Another high point was your personification of the blinds. You ended this verse so appropriately with “so there”. Happy New Year to you, and I look forward to reading more of your posts.

  3. Isn’t writing a great way to get things out of the system? If it all ends up as a poem, the better. I like that your slice to day is not the upbeat, all is hopeful, shine the light kind of a slice. It is so human. Happy New Year!

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