KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Putting up a fight
A hazy cloudy afternoon
The eyes are drooping
It’ll be bedtime, not a moment too soon.
Children playing
A world awaits
The mind explodes
Or the eyes close
A quiet spot
A laptop plugged in
An open WORD document
Just waiting to begin
The perfect moment
To get in and get to it
Reluctance needs banishment
The poet in me knows it.
A thousand things
To be done this afternoon
But none are pressing
None needing to be done soon.
I oft complain about having no time to write
So why when I have it, do I put up a fight?
Interventions
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