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Day 19- Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.

Raking the leaves is like writing a poem. Sometimes there’s plenty to work with; it’s colorful and crunchy and floats all around you and you just can’t escape it until you wade your way through. Other times the leaves are all dead and gone and you’re left standing there with a rake and an empty hand. And every once in a while, there’s that ONE leaf you just can’t seem to pick up, no matter how many times you try to get it…. it continues to escape your grasp. Let me tell you, it’s incredibly frustrating, trying to take this leaf that just doesn’t want to give itself up, trying to write the very words that are trying so hard to stay imprisoned in your very mind. And one day, the wind will come so strong and blow it away and you may very well never see that leaf again.

 

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 19

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Five Minutes of Productivity: January 27

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Do you have five minutes out of your day to do something productive? Maybe you’re sitting idly at your computer staring into space………. here’s one thing you can spend just FIVE minutes on that can make a small difference in your day.

Five minutes of productivity: Spend just five minutes (maybe even less!) going through your email inbox and hitting ‘unsubscribe’ to all those newsletters you always get but never read. Personally, I get plenty of email every day…. and a good majority of it ends up getting deleted without even being read. The “Get Fit!” newsletter that I subscribed to with good intentions six months ago and only read once, the hotel rewards offer I got that I won’t use, the newsletter from a sports apparel site that I bought something off of once……. things like that. I don’t read them, so why should I keep getting them and then having to go through the process of deleting them? Take five minutes to go through and unsubscribe to at least a few of these. It’ll help unclutter your inbox and save you from having to delete those emails day… after day….. after day.

Day 18- Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.

If you ever feel alone, just pick up the phone,

Know that I’m here, don’t feel any fear,

Look up into the sky, look way, way up high,

Touch the clouds if you can, discover your wingspan,

Look around you and see, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Jump high or jump low, there’s no place I wouldn’t go,

To help you in your time of need, one thing I lack for certain is greed,

Patience is a virtue, they say, but I’ve got plenty, if you may,

So if you’re ever in despair, just give a call and I’ll be there.

The light you see is yours alone, the love you have is all you’ve known,

The sky’s the limit, that’s for sure, and a smile is all you need to cure

The loneliness you feel inside is nothing you have to hide,

For here I am and here I’ll stay with you for just another day

Or two or three or more perhaps, I don’t care how much time will elapse.

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 18

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Day 17- Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.

I sit quietly by the lake alone,
Wondering when someone will walk by.
This may be a path I strongly bemoan,
But it is the only that I have always known.

After some time, I let out a low groan,
Wishing for someone to notice that I am here.
My listening skills for now, I will hone.
I wish this loneliness was something I could postpone.

I see someone talk on her cellular phone,
I wonder if she even realizes that I sit in this spot.
What lies ahead is in the unknown,
The past, I will disown.

This journey I face is only my own,
Although I do not know what lies ahead.
Over the years, this journey I’ve sown,
Has become a frigid zone.

As I sit here all alone,
I wonder if I could have strayed myself right,
Where exactly off the path was I blown?
Or how, oh how, could I ever have known?

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 17

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Day 16- Respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own.

Spontaneous me,
Jumping out from ‘neath the leaves,
Crisped orange, red, yellow in autumn’s glow.
The grass is sodden wet with muck and mud (I do not mind),
The sky deep blue above my head lies softly,
The clouds, a puff of white, here and there,
The tree standing tall and mighty, proud,
The bark of it, tough, rippled, rough against my barest hands,
The leaf I slip through my fingers, moistened by the morning’s dew,
The wild flowers floating ’round,
The wind that flows through my hair, pulling strand by strand apart.
Spontaneous me, I am here and now,
My feet planted firmly on the ground in shoes a bit too snug,
My toes can wiggle and feel the moist mud sneak in the cracks of my worn-out shoes,
My lungs breathing in the impeccable fresh autumn air,
My face feels the rays of the sun, sneaking between the clouds like children, playing,
The age of youth, the age of old, of love, of lust, of hope,
Of forgotten souls and deep despairing holes,
All lies within this individual vessel.
Resting myself in the folds of the grass,
Tucking myself into my everlasting bed,
Here one with nature, I shall become,

Spontaneous me.

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 16

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