I can write in a washroom
On a toilet
On my kitchen countertops
Lying down on my stomach
On my phone
Standing up leaning on one side
Driving
At a red light
In front of a crowd
At a cafe
On my daughter’s bed
Waiting for something
Late late at night
Early in the morning
In the middle of the night
At break
At breakfast with one eye open
Before my morning cafe
After it
When I look into your eyes
Even when I don’t
Especially if it is raining hard
Or dark invades the day too soon
I can even write at my desk
But who has that luxury?
My desk is full of bills
My kitchen table is my favorite
I practically live in there.
Now I’m out of bed
Disheveled
Morning breath
Tapping on my phone.
I still prefer my pens
But ran out of my gel pens
Need to go to Bureau en gros or Staples
Montreal sun is shining this morning
And I can write in my head.
Anywhere
16 Saturday Feb 2013
Posted in poetry
Oh to be so prodigious
I don’t really think I am, but I humbly thank you.
Cute, i like
Found you from Bert’s site. I am following a lot of blogs, but will add yours to my list. I like the poetry.
Scott
https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com
Thanks for stopping by and following my blog. I will visit yours soon!
Wonderful!