Sat on the bench of the platform at the railway station
Writing random poetry
As I do.
Then, stood in the corridor of a busy train on my way to work
Writing random poetry
As I do.
Then, driving off to far offish office lands for to carry out my chores
Not writing, but thinking;
Drowning in my random poetry
That is my lot
What’s yours?
No, Sally, I always desire answers to my non-rhets and rarely get them. Why is that?
Thank you for reading and commenting and answering my questions (in advance). G:)
How was that?
my lot…wrting and writing. I have to many ideas flying in my head so I have to put them down on paper. I even walk around with a little notebook, have gone through three already and I actually look at them and feel quite good about it. Hope you didn´t miss the stop if you are so concentrated in your wrting…..happened to me once actually, not kidding.
I have to keep an eye on the stops; and all the other punctuation. It’s good to carry a piece of paper and a pen; mobile; anything to capture the great(ish) ideas we have. Here’s to recording our ideas diaries as we go. Thanks for reading and commenting,
G:)
Actually glad to hear that I´m not the ony one walking around walking around the street writing, people look at me weird here in Spain specially where I live. So thank´s for sharing your experience.
You are not alone. G:)
I shall be posting more quantity soon. I have just travelled by foot, by train, by van and by elevator (lift) so far today, have only had time to write by two of them. Write long and prosper! G:)
This resonates – I’ve written much poetry, and many stories on commuter trains.