Between the covers, fresh and white,
The sweetest fragrances delight.
With all the turnings; sleepy dreams,
A soul amongst inspired themes.
This present pause: the wall clock stops,
Translucent images and props.
I’m not asleep yet not “all there”.
A place betwixt the “what” and “where”.
My favored station, berth, and nook,
I’m elsewhere bound inside a book.
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, February 9, 2020 | Go Dog Go Café (godoggocafe.com)
I'm nobody! who are you? Are you nobody too, then there's a pair of us. Don't tell! they'd advertise you know. How dreary-to be somebody. How public-like a frog. To tell one's name-the livelong June, to an admiring bog. Poem by Emily Dickinson.
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What was the prompt ?
Oh I just saw the prompt -A place that inspires me —an interesting reponse.
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