Write a four line poem about: misconceptions.
No particular reason, other than the word popped into my head while I was trying to come up with a prompt. And since it was one of those rare times that I was immediately certain I hadn't used an idea already, I began writing.
There are certainly challenges in coming up with new prompts after more than four years of doing this.
We enjoyed our Saturday off today, filling it with sleep, warm drinks, and a spot of house work. Oh! And the sun very briefly made an appearance between the clouds, so I ran out into the fall-coloured orchard and snapped a few pictures.
Will share another tomorrow. Unless I forget. Which I'm prone to doing.
He thinks he's being helpful,
But that's just not the case.
If he keeps interfering,
I'll punch him in the face.