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Fallacy – Poetry Day 6
Today, let’s write poems that are wholly illogical. Let’s see how miserably we can get reason to fail; both our reason and the reason that guides our readers. Try not to consider this prompt as a call to nonsense but rather a call to use your good (creative) sense to arrive at firmly misconstrued ends.…
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Freedom – Poetry Day 5
Today I did a Cinquain poem. As I was looking for a type of poem-style to write, I came across this style. There are different ways to write a Cinquain. I saw a 2-4-6-8-2 style and different 1,2,3,4,1 – word styles. I went for the latter. That was further refined in this example by stating…
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Seconds – Poetry Day 4
Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. … So the assignment today was pretty tough for me. I knew immediately which second…
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Sleep – Poetry Day 3
It’s time to think deeply about sleep. Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form. (I hope this prompt doesn’t make an insomniac out of you!) Soft Lullabies Evolve into Epic tales as my physical momentum is put on Pause *This post is part of the Poetry 101 course…
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Reflections – Poetry Day 2
Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself. Last Thursday, our son (who looks like me and thinks like me) Walked out our door. Onto a plane. Into the real world. He was ready. Believe it or not, so were we.…
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December Poems – Magic
Many of you know I spent years working as a professional writer, but did you know about my connection with poetry? Yeah, I don’t know about the connection, either. And that’s why I’m taking the Poetry 101 class with Blogging University. If I can keep up with assignments, I’ll be writing a poem each weekday based…
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My Friend Laurie
It was never her gentle voice wafting in the breeze that let me know my friend was around. Instead, it was her often-cantankerous bellow, reminding someone in her care of what they ought to be doing, that drew me out of the cabin for a yak. You had to get up close to notice that…
Word Quilt
I don't sew, but I write — patching together pieces of my life.
