I see this ending before it starts.
My thumb hurts already.
Probably need surgery
find out next week.
Don’t worry, I’m in it for 12 hours.
I’m here to write and discover.
This is such a wonderful experience.
I don’t even tell my family,
less chance they will find something for me to do.
My husband and son are working (carpenters)
My daughter is house and dog sitting
So I am home with our cat,
but my muse is missing.
I love the way this poem turns, Joyce: the hoy becomes the secret becomes the family becomes the missing muse. (Mine didn’t show up much either!) Good piece.
Thank you for your reply
I’m sorry to hear about your injury and I am sure that made completing the contest that much more difficult. I also hope you found your muse as the day went on – so many of us can relate to this theme.
Thank you for your kind words