I’m really looking forward to today.
Today’s the day I don’t exercise.
Oh, I may lift a finger to pen a poem
or two,
stretch a limb to reach for the remote
or break into a walk to put out the bins
but that’s it.
Today the body gets its chance
to plonk itself down in the armchair of life
and not feel guilty.
Have a glass or two. Eat some chocolates.
Read ‘The New Yorker’.
A day of indolence and roses.
John Malone 
This is a good one, John!
Great words in here – indolence and plonk! I love ‘stretch a limb’ and ‘break into a walk’ and ‘the armchair of life.’ ‘Lift a finger to pen a poem… or two.’ My kind of exercise – especially the plonking.
But… I thought this is your every day? 😀
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great Aussie sayings, Ed; yes ‘plonking’ is a good one 🙂 my other days are busy with activities but I still find time to pen and post: us writers must, Ed 🙂
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Beware the armchair
Give it an inch
And it will take you away
to a land beyond all care
and despair 🌈 😎
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I like that, David 🙂 that is quite a land you speak of: it sounds quite seductive but dangerous too
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The Spanish Inquisition did make
good use of the comfy armchair 😱
… but that’s to be expected 😎
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ahhh; now I see where you’re coming from 🙂
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I know it’s not your style, David, but it’d be interesting/alarming to see you write a poem on the subject of armchairs
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Perhaps even disarming, John 🤔
but then it would no longer be an
armchair. Just an armless chair 🙄
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very clever, David; I’ll pay that 🙂
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Great comment!
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Sounds divine. A plonk with plonk. Enjoy. Soak it up. Revel with a cause!
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love the word play !!! you are in such a linguistically playful mood, it might be optimum time to post a poem 🙂
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Thanks. Life is a bit complicated. Between houses, etc. I have been working on a poem the last two nights but it’s not making a lot of sense yet. 🙂
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fair enough; I feel strongly it will work out 🙂
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If one does not clonk, eventually they will plonk, I always say
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that’s a good saying, Beth 🙂
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I absolutely love this.
That is all.
🖤🖤🖤
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the funny thing is: it was so easy to write: I guess because I was relaxed; too relaxed and you can’t even be bothered to write 🙂
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Days of indolence and rosé ………
A Dauphy Day!
We lurrved this one John!
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that is so good, thank you; I’m looking forward to the next entertainment from you and Dauphy 🙂 🙂
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Great poem. We all need days like that. To plonk, sounds like when I try to play the guitar!
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🙂 I tried playing the guitar when I was a teenager, trying to emulate Dylan but I never got beyond the simplest of melodies 🙂
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We all need that once in a while!
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we sure do 🙂
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