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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
| The voice drones on in my ear. I am attentive, at first. The words are meaningful but grow ever more hypnotic. I become still, fearful to dislodge the airpod. My head, carefully positioned upon the pillow - that was perfectly shaped until I shifted it slightly, and now, refuses to conform. Then, once again I wake. The voice has gone and I squint at the clock It refuses to say five and displays a time starting with two. The wait for morning is agonizing. I thrash until my shoulders stop aching But my ribs tell me this bed is made of stone I think to start the lecture again alas, the battery is lifeless. I am left with only my own thoughts, the hum of the box fan, and hope in the clock. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"  Prompt/Week # 46 Write about the feelings you experience or things you notice while waiting for something. |
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