Mid-morning,
and my son is ill.
The sun is
too bright for
me on this day; I want fog
to soften the light.
/ / /
This poem, a shadorma, started out as a haiku/senyru, but just wouldn’t work. I had to expand it out to a slightly longer form.
Sadly Waiting for Recess
A Place for Poetry (and November Noveling)
Sadly Waiting for Recess 
lovely, wanting fog to soften the light.
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Susan, thank you.
Richard
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It is hard to restrict thoughts when our children are sick. Your concern shows in every word. And how right you are, bright days feel a bit wrong when someone is ill. I hope he feels better soon.I
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Teri, thank you. He is feeling much better now, thank you. It’s just the worst feeling when one of my boys is sick. I appreciate your comments.
Richard
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