Crafting and Creating; Photography and Poetry
I left Friday to travel to Philcon, Philadelphia’s Science Fiction Convention. Road trips always derail my writing schedule, so here I am catching up again.
For today’s prompt, write an “it’s too late” poem. Nobody likes a quitter, but sometimes you have to “know when to hold them, know when to fold them…” There are times when it’s just too late, and today is the day to write that poem–before it’s too late, of course.
packed, mapped, reservations made
still online dawdling
delaying until too late
caught in Friday’s rush hour snarl