There is a fireplace at Panera Breadsuggesting a ski chaletsnow whipping out picture windowssipping whiskey-infused toddiesMaybe that’s why writers come herewith their Moleskines and laptopsparking lot out plate glass windowssipping coffee after coffeechecking their Facebookfor photos of friends on ski vacations
Time for the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden
sipping on the heat, craving more warmth, time out on a ski vacation sounds goods
ReplyDeleteWarm wishes
much love...
Slice of life..terrific.
ReplyDeleteYour answered one of those questions my subconscious had been considering for years...
ReplyDeleteUm... I'm pretty sure the word "poem" was stolen from between "Your" and "answered". I'm blaming it on internet goblins... or lack of tea.
DeleteWhat will happen to the world of literature when all writers become hooked on facebook...
ReplyDeleteThe whole concept of a moleskin notebook is probably fast approaching anachronism.
Facebook is one to blame I guess.. there are so many people on it that I sometimes wonder how their site holds up!
ReplyDeleteI have so many notebooks that I never use... and so much to check on facebook... thankful for having my blog instead.
ReplyDeleteLove those themed fast food places, Marian. Thanks for writing of them. I always bring my laptop along with my little granddaughter and the Mrs. Some times I compose, others I read. For sure digest the Houston Chronicle. Facebook? Depends on my mood.
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It's all so faux ... a feed you can find anywhere in the suburban kudzu that covers us. Tastes great, less filling.
ReplyDeleteWhat a scene you painted
ReplyDeleteDepressing reality in an age with a dearth of imagination. Do these writers ever stare into the distance engage with magic and just dream?
ReplyDeleteSad but true. Well painted.
ReplyDeleteSo true... Too many hands are empty penned. We saturate ourselves with artificial and complain nothing is real.
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