In my writing quest, I decided to schedule in writing time. I went to the river, the home of my heart, with the express intent of writing solidly, or at least sitting solidly with writing in mind. What I did not expect was that the cutting cold wind would discourage me and taking my dog would distract me... so I wrote, half heartedly, but still. I call it mission accomplished. I dedicated time to writing and I wrote!
Even in the beautiful surrounds, it was the domestic themes, a crying child, that caught my attention.
Children cry
like tides turn.
Children play
Through play,
They learn.
Parents watch
A part of self
Go wandering off
To somewhere else...
xxx
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