April PAD Challenge: For today’s prompt, write an auto poem. Auto could mean automobile, automatic, automaton, or any number of possibilities.
She turns her hands to auto-pilot
Wipes the counters, sweeps the floor
Folds the laundry while she travels
To the bliss of sun-swept shores
Her hands remain upon their chores
She turns her feet to auto-pilot
Sink to fridge to stove; repeat
While she treads the path of duty
Venice and Brazil compete
The greens in Ireland are sweet
When she is in auto-pilot
She has prayed her children home
Designed gardens and surprises
Traversed Austria and Rome
...or perhaps, written a poem
I wave to those on auto-pilot
Shaking mats, watering plants
They smile with envy as I wander
To the pier where sunbeams dance
MOM! DID YOU DO LAUNDRY? I NEED PANTS!
Janet:)
Very nice, Janet and so true.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Lisa, I took a wee break from spring-cleaning and decided to check out the PAD prompt. this was the first auto-word that came to mind because its CRAZY, how the mind can travel when we don't need to concentrate!
ReplyDeleteLove this one, Janet. It is very visual.
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