Deliberate Vocal Poem
Not planned at all...
It would be so easy
to idle in familiar cafés,
dithering over books to return,
possible snacks to purchase,
coffee to enjoy before cold and sour.
It would be easy to put on my
Serious Writerly Face
surrounded by the others and their screens
(well-worth pretending that we are all writers),
I could put down some unnecessary stationery
fancy pen and then, what...? Create and disassociate,
perhaps inspire through a book-box discovery,
library find, online surf.
But no, it is better
To go right to the screen,
anticipating that there will be
a clear thought that will take me
over the word count
(see what I did there?).