Sealed and Sequestered
Plenty to fill a locked-in room
with imagination to spark the gloom.
Left on my own, sequester’s blight
gives time to think and time to write.
I’d have no cause to weep and moan
if I were sealed up on my own.
Just one thing might chill my core––
if sealed up with me was the world’s worst bore!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
I had to go somewhere so couldn’t wait for today’s prompt. Linked my today’s post though not related to this but you may enjoy it. Wish you happy writing with your imagination in a sealed room.
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Love this!
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I can relate. Being locked in so where and missing out is definitely terrifying.
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Not as bad as being sealed up with a bore, though. One’s own company is infinitely more entertaining than that of the wrong person!
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sealed up behind the wall?
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Only metaphorically, Poseidon!
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Like being at a really bad dinner party. Sandwiched between Mr. Pretentious and Ms. Giggles.
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I must admit I had one particular person in mind.
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Ha! That brought a smile to my face 😀
Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog too 🙂
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Nice poem. You have a gift.
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Thanks, Scott.
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