Lack of inspiration is usually the reason that I do not write but today I got out my writing textbooks and looked for some ideas.
I found an assignment which suggested writing about the things on my kitchen table.
The table in my kitchen
Is filled with many things,
With things as large as bread machines
And others as small as rings.
I have a magnifying mirror
To make up my pretty (!) face,
First thing in the morning
When I feel I`ve just run a very long race.
A marrow and a record player
A sock and phone and lid,
Books and bowls and table cloth
And washing that I did.
A spoon, a tea towel, chopping board and pencil
And a rubber for my mistakes,
An empty ready meal packet
And a tin suitable for cakes.
In conclusion as I`m quickly
Running out of the space I`ve got
Are all my acquisitions necessary?
It may not be wonderful poetry but it will go in my journal as a snap shot in time!