Try painting a picture with words-
show, not tell how you feel.
The intimacy of daily life,
the transient thoughts that
never are recorded formally;
A foggy evening with absolute silence,
suspense in the air
a hot cup of chocolate in your hands –
how will that appeal to you?
How will you feel in this setting?
me? I am on top of the world-
and literally, I am.
In my high rise apartment building –
it is as lonely and beautiful.
Almost Idyll, perhaps.
This poem was inspired by the Weekend Writing Prompt (word – Idyll | length limit – 84 words)
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