The prompt I select
Speaks of that which is rare.
At three in the morning
I could pull out my hair.
For you see in this age
Of internet and viral,
Once something is said
It is doomed to spiral.
Every antic and quest
Fulfilled and pursued.
Is mimicked and shared.
Regardless how rude.
It has been said.
“The world is your stage…”
But must we put up
With such foolishness
And rage?
It might be the hour
That triggers my stress.
But I too am on Facebook.
That much I’ll confess.
The things that I read
Are far from “rare.”
Recipes and pet pictures
I really don’t care.
Sitting on the couch
Reading the paper
Sherlock and I
Could solve every caper.
What would it take
To qualify as rare?
I travel a lot.
Done that, been there.
Perhaps if I drive
This predictable small town
Something “rare” I might spot.
So far, nothing’s found.
It’s now four O’clock.
Driving in the dark.
Hoping for inspiration
Or a writer’s spark…
I’m calling it a night.
I’ve got “writer’s block.”
Almost sideswiped a car.
Still shaking from shock!
Some people have nerve.
Driving a vintage Model T.
It doesn’t have turn signals.
It almost hit me!
OH, WAIT…!
About the Creator
DeEtta Miller
Found my "Voice" as a college student of forty-seven. Once a memoir was written, fiction, poetry and non-fiction became my passions.
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