The prompt from the NaPoWriMo site today is to write a poem from the index of a book, either a real one or made up. While it’s a really cool prompt, today I feel like following my personal muse.
My Little World
Watching the world float by on a rainy, mist filled morning
As I lounge cozy and dry, propped up with coffee and journal
My little tree lined window nook slash pillow fort overlooking the hushed grey street
On days like this it’s hard to pull away from my kingdom of daydreams
Joining the real world somehow just doesn’t hold the same appeal
As whiling away the hours with a good book and birdsong as background music
But join it I must, as tasks await and work begs to be done
After just one more cup of luxurious, rich, silky, dark coffee
That will either have the power to tempt me out of my haven
Or play devil’s advocate, and soothe me into staying here a while longer.