Playing Hooky
I’m having one of those mornings where I just want to abandon everything and everyone I know and write poetry. You know what I'm taking about. It happens in that moment when you’re pulling into the parking lot at work and you have a split second to decide if you’re going in. And, of course, I always do.
I say this not because I'm unhappy or upset. But I can’t remember the last time I called in “well” to work. *sigh*
I say this not because I'm unhappy or upset. But I can’t remember the last time I called in “well” to work. *sigh*
One of these days I’m going to play hooky. But until then I’ll just have to dream about ordering a large cup of hot chocolate, and opening my journal to a crisp, white, empty page, with nothing ahead of me but time and open space.
Is it just me or do you ever want to take leave of your senses for a day?
Is it just me or do you ever want to take leave of your senses for a day?
Comments
Good luck on your poems! Sounds like a great project.
I'd like to get together sometime for a workshop, not in a sterile space, but at a pond, or a waterfall and write. :)