Within my head
Where I often go
To ponder something I read
Or seen
Whether I am about or in bed
The space is mine alone
To go and just be
Serene
Butterfly Cinquain
Mine might be a bit off prompt—but it’s the best I could do as being a forward thinking person I am not good at writing backwards. 🙂
Often when I make the drive into work, I hit the traffic lights randomly, sometimes they are red, sometimes green, rarely are they ever just one or the other, but today, it seemed every one was red. That caused me to think that perhaps I was supposed to be stopping to think about something or maybe use this extra pause time to form a poem in my head.
Well, so it was….:)
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