Turning Poetic


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Rare Medium.”

Today I stayed home did some writing, being alone was supposed inspiring. Instead on the bed I was looking, the sheets and pillows so inviting.

Off to the living room I ran, laid all my stuff and plan, self fulfilling things to be done. Some things about daily prompts to respond or try another prompt.

Been  sitting there for hours on end, still the mind is empty and numb. Looks like this day will end and nothing’ll be done.

A different view, another scene may be what I need. To a nearby cafe is where I’m headed, a new  one incidentally. The library is out of the question  their internet is imbecile.

This is all I could come up including that butterfly up there, it’s nothing of a monarch butterfly, but looks like one, though except that it’s colors doesn’t look like one.


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