Mind wanders unable to cogitate.
Winds play havoc with light weight detritus.
Headlines condense happenings,
news by topic only. Sometimes old.
Eyes skim paper while draining coffee cup.
Aprosexia. Sound enticing?
Not.
Day dawns choppy and jumbled.
My sorting hat’s lost.
NAPOWRIMO (National Poetry Writing Month) Day 2. The challenge is to write a poem every day in the month of April.
Today’s optional prompt: write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. I chose the word “aprosexia” which means an inability to concentrate.
lillian the home poet 