Writing (Photo credit: jjpacres)
Yesterday I missed my date
With a page of written words
The kids were home
The streets were flooding
The whole day was a blur
Poetry forgave me, though
It’s here for me today
The house is quiet
The rain is gone
The words came back to play
Beth Nyland 
I like the idea of an anthropomorphic poetry. I do think creativity forgives us our weaknesses or failures. Even after I force a mediocre piece one day, the next I might taste brilliance on the keyboard.
That’s just the thing, isn’t it? If we refuse to show up at the page, we have no idea what we may have missed!
Love it when the words come back to play 😉 Very nice.
Thank you for the compliment! I’m about to search for my playmates again today …
I’ll be watching for them 😉