It's just another manic monday and I'm free writing using the word, "chair" for inspiration:
The chair dares me to play duck duck goose, to drop my caboose in a cushioned seat, put up my feet and hang out. As I bang out these absurd words, the misfiring of my brain refuses to settle. I listen to the kettle whistle its warning for tea time, "Stop the rhyme and sit. Your chair is there."
Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
The chair dares me to play duck duck goose, to drop my caboose in a cushioned seat, put up my feet and hang out. As I bang out these absurd words, the misfiring of my brain refuses to settle. I listen to the kettle whistle its warning for tea time, "Stop the rhyme and sit. Your chair is there."
Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo