Writing Exercise #76

I like the idea of writing a poem where a person has the unfortunate ability of seeing the future of everything and everyone. It could be you, or your brother or your sad uncle. Imagine the ordinary tasks and emotions that are tarnished due to this unique ability. How even the weather can be a mirror of a wasteland. How love might end abruptly, even when its not been given time enough to fade.

This exercise was inspired by one of my favorite paintings by Rene Magritte: