Nearly there now. Today’s prompt is to write a poem about what is seen through a window. My first attempt briefly addresses the actual act of seeing, but it is the first thing to spring to mind. Maybe I will write again later.
Been busy today, so short of time and didn’t fancy the prompt for today at all.
Then WHAM! This definition from the prompted dictionary of obscure sorrows hit me smack between the eyes and gave me the impetus to rise above the inertia. It’s just as well it did because it’s surrounded by plenty of navel gazing crap, a beacon of light in a sea of magniloquence – although I’m sure some of you will like it. And that’s perfectly fine, it’s me not you.
Lilo From ‘lifelong’ + ‘lie low’ Pronounced lahy-low
n. a friendship that can lie dormant for years only to pick right back up instantly, as if no time had passed since you last saw each other.
The word itself is bloody naff considering it is describing something so amazing, but those of you who interact with me on that level are very much cherished. Thanks to each and every one of you. Lots of Love