I seem to have lost my energy for this project, if, indeed, I ever had it. It has languished for a few weeks now, and perhaps the problem is in the title. “Bain Books Daily Poem.” For crying out loud, what was I thinking? I grow myself a beard because I don’t like shaving every day. I can barely get my arms around the fact that my espresso machine is so fine that I absolutely have to make coffee every day. And the dogs wonder if they will ever be walked by me again. Did I really think I would be able to accomplish a daily poem, or poem news, or a poetry prompt, or anything related to dailiness?

Yes, apparently I did. But now I’m not so sure. Especially if I require it of myself.

I will rethink this whole thing and get back to you. Until then, be patient, okay? I still love you all.

I do.

Honestly.

Blessings,

Terry

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