Poetic Attempts

I never can consider myself as poetic. Any attempts ar creating a poem always ends up awkward, lousy, or unfinished.

It is a gloomy and slow day today and the lousy poet in me has this to say:

Gray skies, gentle showers
Wash and moisten the earth
The air is cooledby the gentle breeze
And activity seemed to cease
The earth is on a stand still
Listening, waiting, anticipating...
Until the sun comes up again,
I will drift in my own world,
in my warm little haven
of blankets and pillows and snores.

So, what do you think of my poem? So much for being poetic! Lol!

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