I was planning in anticipation
of our group’s annual vacation
in a Cornish coastal location,
with the obvious expectation,
of getting some precipitation.
We had in our imagination
our perfect accommodation:
not too far from civilization,
with internet communication
and the right configuration
for our group’s habitation.
I searched with frustration,
with dogged determination
and eventual exasperation
but found little inspiration.
After in depth investigation
I emailed my recommendation
to others in my organisation
hoping it met their specification.
It didn’t win their appreciation.
It didn’t fill them with elation.
Too far from the ocean,
too far from a station,
needed decoration,
some modernisation,
or even total renovation.
I lost my toleration.
I bristled with indignation.
So, after some deliberation
and a lot of their hesitation
and even more procrastination,
I abandoned the aggravation
and inevitable humiliation
in trying to please my generation.
I made the defeated decision
to go in independent isolation
on holiday alone with my Alsation.
Writersdigest.com Wednesday poetry prompt suggestion by our Creative Writing Group’s leader
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-339/comment-page-1#comment-3602771
Vacation Anticipation

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