Look around: Pick three things you can see and write a poem that includes them.
Normally, I’d feel stuck in my usual rut–actually, a sofa, with all the familiar surroundings.
But by the time I have a chance to write this morning, I’ll be on the bus–and there should be plenty to see.
How about you? Where are you, and what can you see from there?
*** Poem fom day 25 (up about a day–and then “poof”, it will be gone) ***
(This poem started on the bus, with these three things: Knit caps, a gray sky, and tulips.)