A PSA

we need a sabbath rest

Friends. Neighbors. Countrymen (and women).

I have written a poem every day for nearly two weeks now, and I am mentally exhausted. I have been busy, but have still written for you. Well, today I decree a Sabbath rest. One should not be expected to exert oneself every day for a month, ‘tis indecent.

I have written so many poem fragments this evening, but I can’t fathom these thoughts into proper poetic form and am thus shelving them for full exploration later. You may see them; you may not.

Enjoy your evenings and we shall hope we have a poem for you tomorrow.

*bows and exits stage*