About ‘what’ I am to write.
Be it a poem
Or be it not.
It hasn’t started too well
As far as the ‘I’ can tell;
But, who knows how it may go?
I know I don’t.
It is at this point that Rosie
Decides it’s time for cuddles.
That makes writing a bit awkward
But, as I am under time restraints
Having set the timer do ‘5’
I shall attempt to carry on.
And keep calm
As the poster says
– well, that’s how I read it, and it was red
– And white-
– So, back to the conundrum of what to write…
I may say here, that I don’t write anything of greatness in these stream of consciousness challenges.
But, I do find out how many words per minute I can type on my mobile.
Probably faster than on my typewriter; although mistakes tend to slow me down somewhat – like a cumquat in a state of stasis.*