he thinks, the fire crackling in the background,
the liar sun glistening over the frozen snow outside.
Writing poetry? Yes, I’d like to and I could, too.
But then I’d have to close the book, get up,
go into a colder room, wait to be fully roused
by some random muse passing by
as the PC turns on and boots,
open the word processing application, put fingers on keys,
poised, waiting for the lines to form on the pixeled page.
I’d rather just stay here next to the fire,
where it’s warmer, and enjoy the ripe fruit
of someone else’s labor.
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Ah, La-Z-Boy, you are a comfort to me! Sometimes I wonder if easy chairs are more of a curse than a blessing. But I’m not giving mine up! And, to be honest, with my laptop, I can write anywhere. And the only fireplace I have access to right now is a digital version on the TV. What do you think? Is it better to sit at a desk to write? Or in a coffee shop? Share in the comments section.
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