Today I did laundry, including sheets and pillow cases. They are back on the bed/put away now. I also wrote a new poem. Not sure what to think except that it's a lot shorter than many of my other recent works.

In time I sing a song with spirit
For a longing so near it
That the pleasures they possess
In here increase in flesh
Love to bring my days with ease
All ways to please
By your charms
Unless you save me in your arms.

But my heart is worn
By your woeful scorn
I shall perish at thy breast
For I can no longer
Feel comfort in my rest.