Where did the day go, I ponder, as I sit down to type this out. One fingered, as it was brought to my attention the other day. Even turning my iPad sideways and trying to type still feels wrong. Today went right on along, lost on the highway with Miranda singing about pushin’ time. Sometimes songs will rip your heart right out and show it to you, pulsing in its grip. Songs are poetry, and poetry is songs. Jewel is a prime example of that. Life is poetry. Sometimes it’s carefree and whimsical, sometimes it’s brooding and murky. Poetry is not just O Cap’n my captain stopping by the woods on a snowy evening. Poetry is Shel Silverstein and Dr. Seuss and Guns ‘n Roses singing about rain in November. Dinner was consumed at 10:30, because I wasn’t feeling like breakfast. Which meant I ate like a hobbit the rest of the day. Second lunch was eaten at 3:30, followed by hot fudge cake at 4:30, scarfed down in the Hobby Lobby parking lot. And then, in an effort to even things out, I had a salad at 7:30. And that was my day, in food. So as not to short y’all, I have selected from my book of prompts a little something. The other two I landed on were about zombies and gangs, and I just wasn’t feeling zombie-ish. Writing Prompt #27 [WC: 40] Write a poem that…