Creative Outlet

Today, I engaged poetry as a creative outlet.

I wrote a poem, is what I mean to say. It was fun! I had the idea for it last night, and then I wrote it this morning. It was about a guy grieving his dead wife by going to her grave and insulting her. This might sound... Weird, but I think it's quite endearing, in a way.

I won't share the poem here because it's really not finished! It doesn't rhyme nearly enough, and the theme and the overall flow and cohesion of the thing is not up to par. Still, I think it's pretty cool so far, so I intend to keep working on it a little to see what I can bring out of the pile of coal. Perchance a diamond. Metaphor.

Today was a fine day! Not much to report...

I wore my brown suit trousers again, which I love! Tomorrow, I have my clothes set out already; I'll be wearing shorts.