I am a peculiar person. Even though a home can be quiet enough to write or study in, the atmosphere simply prohibits me from getting in the zone. The eerie quietness, the plush lofty bed, the tempting television that beckons with an unresistant calling to binge watch Netflix. It has become clear, home is not a study spot that fits my needs.
Have you ever had a question that imprisoned your mind to the point you felt jailed within yourself? Your mind over burdened by the question, restricting your freedom to respond? Here is a very short poem of when I experienced this same situation. This poem is using the Limerick method.
The snowflakes hit the ground with a tender kiss, as if to affirm with the earth that their love story was meant to be. The islander looked at the powdery sky with awe, the sight breathtaking. A symbiotic harmony between sky, earth and man.
Instantly my eyes caught the beauty of a young lady sitting a table away from me. The lovely aroma of the roasted coffee beans whiffed into my nostrils.