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 GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!"  , since the first one ("100" ) turned out pretty well even though I didn't complete it within 100 days.  ![Merit Badge in Mythology
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*^*Salute*^**^*Balloonb*^* YAY!!Congratulations on your fabulous challenge of writing 100 poems is less than your 100 days!! An amazing feat so you deserve a trip to Mount Olympus for a treat! You can walk in the hall of champions. *^*Trophyg*^* Wonderful expressions! Keep on shining. *^*Starstruck*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/genre-Mythology-1105.gif) These are just rough sketches and ideas that are barely a little more rounded-out...they're not perfect but they're gonna be good enough to share here at least. Your comments, support, and words of encouragement will be greatly appreciated!  Best Poetry Collection |
7-15-17 I don't often like to wonder how we "ended up here" because I don't believe in endings so much as repurposed beginnings. Make my tombstone another starting point so y'all can gather for a mass resetting of life's focus before moving on to bigger things like burying my books next to that ugly rock with my name so you'll have a better reason to stop by for a visit. In the meantime let's keep singin' the songs we hear in our sleep about the darkness in our dreams so we can illuminate ourselves for who and what we are. Grey hairs seem to grow the longest and my collection's getting stronger; by the time it's complete retirement'll be decided for me and if I can't take you along I'm not worried you won't understand because of course you will. Of course you will.  |
7-15-17 There is so much more I need to tell you. Not here. Away from where we last met. This is how we love. This was how we loved. burned poets braised on broken sidewalks opened and closed forming little holes every time another step closer toward nowhere additional words torn from a scalp of notebooks passed on- no looks- but scars held place like scribbles spiral wires left trim broken little holes shifting the burden of proof to you You won't be able to untell the story after the book has been closed. There is an almost undetectable plot line boiling underneath the surface. We are in pre-production. The author has died of mysterious circumstances. Full stop. There is so much more I need to tell you. I don't remember where I left off. I don't know where to begin. Where did you begin? We are history. Making. Revealing. Punctured. Paused. Sincerely Ours, ### ### ### |
7-16-17 Allow me to kick down the door that led to the floor you swore I wouldn't be invited to for sure just to prove I belong here more. You can wear a face of condemnation but this is my celebration and it's amazing and invigorating, the like-minded people I'm collaborating with; no one can take that from me and I'm hashtag sorry-not-sorry if I alluded to or confused you but you're not welcome...toodle-oo. I've had a lot to overcome and each day isn't fun until I can say it's done; my life, my terms- I'm out to take care of number one. For "Note:
48-HOUR CHALLENGE : Media Prompt
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Probably not...how I write them and how they sound in my head is dramatically different than how they sound coming out of my mouth 
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Thank you, Mona!
