Today was one of those days… for everyone else. It started with a Melbourne Metro Meltdown – it involved rats and fire! (I dare you not to click the link now! But come back,if you do). I wasn’t affected until I was asked to channel my inner minion and do the morning coffee run. As I was standing in the painfully long queue of damp Melbournians I avoided all eye contact and browsed the internet on my phone, as you do, and other than reading all the lovely likes and comments on my WordPress reader (go team!) I stumbled on NaPoWriMo website. I don’t know it happened it just did. Anyway I saw the Day 29 prompt – “Twenty Little Poetry Projects” and thus started a tennis game in my head. Well, not tennis, but one half of the brain was “you’ve posted your Day 30 give yourself a break” and the other half was “pfft, challenge accepted”. Well, work was quiet today and I’m posting here so I assumed you’ve all concluded which side of the brain won. So with out further ado, and apologies for the long winded introduction I give you my-almost-twenty-poetry-projects-poem.
So, Wednesday happened.
Waltzing through the epic commuter show
avoiding a woeful Richmond station.
She wrapped her hand around a ‘cuppa joe’
which stimulated this pointless narration.
She sat at her desk by a stormy scene
and waited for her universe to light up
Orange windows flash-dancing on her screen
reflection of words in her java cup.
“Good Morning Miss Charlie – Are you here yet?
Can you help me a with little something?
Trainaggedon – No, it’s not a threat
I’m late; Need mojo; but calls are waiting!”
Ah, the sweet aroma of cocoa beans
hot lattes of satisfaction
just a hasty injection of caffiene
then he can give you your explanation.
Evil calendars begin at nine
her face turns red at the sound of ‘tick tock’
Sure, Alfie will be back at her desk on time
twiddling her fingers; waiting for the clock.
C’est la vie.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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