I wrote this poem yesterday and delayed posting it to avoid spoilers…


Bland. The wordle of the day.
Sorry, did I spoil that for you?

Bland. A fitting description
Of this nth day of searing summer days
And sticky nights.

Bland. Reminds me of an essay I wrote in college,
A reflection of myself as WONDER bread,
White and moldable and ultimately
Of little, if any, value.

Bland. My mind when I first awoke
And began my day without anything to say;
After a shower and shave,
I still had nothing to show for it.

Bland. The back-to-back day of meetings ahead,
Deciding matters that don’t matter
And pretending I care.

Bland. Just a word.
Sometimes that’s all it takes.

Be well,



  1. murisopsis says:

    Sometimes I’d trade chaos for bland and normal!!

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  2. Ah, bland… So much better than pain and suffering, but so much worse than joy and happiness…


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