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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 |
7-19-17 I must be a different breed of arborist. I spent twenty years roamin' through this forest in search of some daylight but all I got was the occasional breeze whisperin' to me to leave. Nobody says "Make like a tree and stay!", even if that's all they ever do. They don't move. They don't go anywhere. They just drop their seed and it grows up... no convincing it to go to college, or get a job. And definitely no parenting involved at all. Meanwhile, I'm trying hard to do the one thing it does so well- leave!- and I keep circling around the same stumps and mangled spaghetti branches with no end in sight. It's as if they want to keep me here, but are afraid to tell me. Is it them, or is it me? I almost can't tell. I'm not drawn to them, I think, like they are to me... I was their calling. I was the difference between studying and stalking. Now all I see is wood everywhere. Is it them? Or is it me? |
7-20-17 She's got a road map to Jupiter filled with clichés and puns that don't make sense but she can't control what her sister sends her. The excuse was always "that's how she's wired" but it's long since frayed and she can't seem to keep one day from the next. Still, it'll hang on the wall alongside elaborate drawings of houses and farms, loose sketches of cardinals and orioles, and random stick figures...all populating a universe that could only exist in the void remaining in what used to be the oldest daughter's clockwork mind. Tomorrow she'll stumble over and in a cloying voice wonder to no one why anyone would consider that "art", but next week she'll consider the areas it may lead to. And someday she'll expand upon her travels, including all points in between, and gift a souvenir. Mostly done without leaving the kitchen table. For "The Writer's Cramp" , "Universe According To The Oldest Sister" . |
7-20-17 Under sea it's impossible to drown. We rage microscopically as giants breathe incomplete and docile ashore; beneath, our uprising begins. |
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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!
