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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes.  I'm starting a new blog because
I'll be linking to
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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For "Space Blog"  from: "Invalid Item" by Bluebird  Write about the days of your life and how this poem applies.Days Each day has umpteen magic... Days you fly with colours; Days you live in dark... Days you shrink in worries; Days you achieve your goals... Days of the peak or abyss... Days of colours or dark; Yet, it is filled with magic... Magic dawns to success; Failures drain your mistakes... Success is still a crown! © Copyright 2020 Bluebird (beulin at Writing.Com) This works well as an inspiration piece but it's not exactly poetic as it reads more like a grocery list or a list of chapters! than poetry. Lines of 6 and 7 make it consistent; there's almost a rhythm. Word usage is weak and cliche. Ending is stronger than the beginning. Rating? Maybe a 3.0 out of 5. However... it would be a good outline for pieces of prose and salvageable as such. It does make for decent prompts. Eighth of October In these days of colours falling off trees smoke lingers in the last day before rains wash away litter that covers sidewalks like picnics years ago when I gathered friends, never knowing when rainbows would end. © Kåre Enga [177.243] (8.oktober.2020) 5 lines: 10/10/10 11/9. A bit like Far East poetry structurally. I'll be watching you? I've tweaked my "Invalid Item" poem:
 . I'm working on the contest based on Rockwell's "Somebody's Watching Me" (1984) "Someone's watching. 2 parts: blog post, redaction poem [241]" . I made a redaction piece and will also include the below: I jump when I hear odd noises through the walls. Years ago I woke up with someone in my room (at 1 a.m.). I don't think my body has ever forgotten. I jump and then think... how silly. I was part of the generation that was traumatized by "Psycho" and "Birds" but showers don't bother me. Neither does the dark nor cemeteries. Odd isn't it, what triggers a response... or not. I don't feel 'watched' here where I live. If I did my anxiety might get too high for me to stay. I do not surround myself with practical jokers nor do I hang out with people I can't trust. I trust no one. That's an issue. So no, I won't be watching you nor try to play with your mind. If I think you're ill or need help? I'll ask or keep my eyes open (and hopefully my mouth shut). 3,012 |
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