It's Still Life

Messages of Warning to My Much Younger Self

Bend your knees.
Yes, mice are living under the decking.
Your belly shouldn’t wobble
like panna cotta.
Bend your knees.
Pushing your little sister into the pool
won’t teach her to swim.
Don’t ignore your left eye.
And bend your knees.
You’ll flunk algebra; it doesn’t matter.
A lot of what you think matters, doesn’t.
And for god’s sake,
remember to bend your knees.

for #napowrimo Day 25

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.