
*
morning traffic is crazy as usual.
leaving the rosy pink in her rearview
she drives into the awakening blue.
she flips through the radio stations
as she pulls into the parking lot.
*
robotic, she goes through the motions
of tackling another day,
just trying to make a difference.
*
thoughtlessly stirring her coffee,
she carries on amid the chaos,
just trying to remain unseen.
*
frantic to stay afloat,
she stares into her coffee cup,
and just for a second,
she swears she can see clouds.
/lsc
for blogophilia 29.14
Ecrits Blogophilia Week 29.14 Topic:
Clouds in My Coffee
Hard Bonus: Incorporate a lyric by Moby — “Into the blue” and “frantic to stay afloat”
Easy Bonus: Include carbohydrates — is coffee carb if you use enough creamer…? π
Ah, some days we just feel like another cog in the wheel. Or that we are on a hamster’s wheel. Hang in there, may the wheel of fortune turn your luck. KUDOS, Earthling!
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Yes it does and maybe so. Thanks Marvin π
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Feels the desperation of realizing you don’t have a mission that obsesses you. It feels like a day wasted, never to be recovered.
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Yes. Itβs getting better though π. Thank you!
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making the mundane memorable. lovely write Lisa
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Thank you π
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