If you remember from yesterday’s post, I’m unofficially challenging myself to write creatively without a purpose. Although does posting them on this blog give them a purpose? (I’m asking the real questions, campers.)
Here’s my poem of the day, a short fella that took a few seconds. Isn’t it funny what we can create in a few small pockets of time? How often do I say I’m too busy for something, yet here is proof that I can create and express with or without time’s assistance.
“Thinking about thinking
Is this the motion of sinking
Not quite flailing
Not quite floating
From this thoughtful water let’s start drinking.”
Whilst I do appreciate some assonance every now and then, sometimes a good ol’ rhyme hits the spot.