I’m using the Writer’s Digest prompt: write a poem inspired only by stimulus from where you’re sitting.

From where I sit I see the chaos of all the little tasks I’ve been avoiding the papers that need to be filed the documents that require action the taxes I’m obliged to pay the books that ought to be shelved the boxes of things I haven’t found places for since I moved them out of their previous location years ago ugh! I’d rather write a poem if I turn my head to the right through the window I see a glorious blue sky with sun shining on my blooming trees and flowers the chirping birds inviting me outside oh, what the heck I’ll write a poem tomorrow
©ARHuelsenbeck 2021
