GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
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A second attempt at "Give It 100!" ![]() 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! |
7-17-17 The tone of your voice says something's wrong, and you haven't even spoken yet. It's as if a lifted curse is about to resettle and blow out a candle. Let's promise not to look around, wondering who might be next, and only take minutes to grieve before giving in to nuanced celebrations: a life was muted, but we weren't, so respect. Maybe we can push it farther up the horizon; we know it's coming but it doesn't have to be today. |
7-18-17 She finally sighed softly in her sleep, sleeping away soft sighs as she went along with a narrative that lined the clouds animating how alone she felt. It was only there that she would see her world as it really was; knowledge wasn't a choice so much as it became a way of life. The final realization she'd wake to learn was learning becoming her finality. |