A distracting question
Writing a poem distracts you from nothing
Did
I
Start
To
Read
A
Challenge
To
Interrupt
Onerous
Nothingness?
I may have. And it worked.
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Rachel Deeming
Mum, blogger, crafter, reviewer, writer, traveller: I love to write and I am not limited by form. Here, you will find stories, articles, opinion pieces, poems, all of which reflect me: who I am, what I love, what I feel, how I view things.
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Snow Need to Rush
I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
By Donna Fox (HKB)6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
woah! this is quite profound! love it!