avatarThalia Dunn

Free AI web copilot to create summaries, insights and extended knowledge, download it at here

725

Abstract

ith my cat jealously watching my every movement until I return to the kitchen,</p><p id="ef39">lined papers and sketchbook, casually strewn around, containing scribbled phrases and lines that have drifted into my mind during morning walks in the woods</p><p id="ab00">and now I’m hoping to shape them into a poem to offer to the world.</p><p id="ce4a">But as I type or sketch my legs become numb, so I stretch and move to the patio, bask in hot Jersey sun and relax with faint smells of rosemary or lavender wafting from my garden which sets my mind spinning with images for a new poem</p><p id="b5ed">and I hurry back to my den, sit down criss-cross in my lotus position and begin once again.</p><p id="5e62">©

Options

Thalia Dunn</p><p id="c94f">In response to prompt by <a href="undefined">Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)</a></p><div id="859e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/subway-writing-936c2773a582"> <div> <div> <h2>Subway Writing</h2> <div><h3>#ShansPoetryPrompt: write a poem about your favourite place to write</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*nqCcmnySebq2lBnoaNUGkA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="7210">Try it!</p></article></body>

PROMPT/POETRY

Favorite Place For Writing

So common, yet so comfortable — can you relate?

Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

I try to write wherever and whenever, I really do, but my body craves routine

so I inevitably traipse to my den, sit down on the blue rug and criss-cross into lotus position, laptop snuggled on lap, with my cat jealously watching my every movement until I return to the kitchen,

lined papers and sketchbook, casually strewn around, containing scribbled phrases and lines that have drifted into my mind during morning walks in the woods

and now I’m hoping to shape them into a poem to offer to the world.

But as I type or sketch my legs become numb, so I stretch and move to the patio, bask in hot Jersey sun and relax with faint smells of rosemary or lavender wafting from my garden which sets my mind spinning with images for a new poem

and I hurry back to my den, sit down criss-cross in my lotus position and begin once again.

©Thalia Dunn

In response to prompt by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她)

Try it!

Prompt
Poetry On Medium
Writing
Self-awareness
The Brain Is A Noodle
Recommended from ReadMedium