Monday chuckles
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Submit in doc format up five poems to faecorpspublishing@gmail.com before the deadline. Top 100 poems will be included in this volume.
Monday poetry
The Bluest Eye – Patricia Harris
Quicksilver poetry
In school I was asked to write,
In a journal wrapped with wire.
What is it that when you leave
Others to think of you
Do you aspire?
Now I was perhaps all of sixteen
And hardened by pain.
Atracked by my own mind,
Driven half insane.
The teacher was one
Who held my notion,
Inspiration flowed from her,
And put the pen to motion.
I think that I wrote that kind
Is the greatest thing anyone
Could possibly ever think of me.
Since that day,
Nearly thirty years
Have all but flown away.
Every now and then,
My mind is drawn back.
I find myself understanding
Something that then I lacked.
Though kind is a virtue,
One so many do lack,
If I am honest,
More matter of fact,
Then I would answer it different.
I think instead when I leave a room,
I would rather that people
Instead thought me true.
The Awakening – Patricia Harris
I Hurt Myself Today…
Please be kind to yourselves.
No, it’s not what you’re probably thinking…
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real— Johnny Cash
I totally let myself get worked up over something that really isn’t a big deal. I had a meltdown. I cried just enough to make it hard to sleep (not that I generally sleep at “normal” times, anyway). You know the feeling, dull headache and burning eyes to match. And for WHAT?
A small but necessary change in my schedule gave me a mental nuclear meltdown. The thing I got upset about even feels dumb to me in retrospect (which, I’m sure, is going to be a topic of conversation with my therapist this afternoon).
I did, however, have…
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Prompts
I.)
If you could live in any place or time (or both) where/when would it be?
II.)
You stumbled and fell into a hole in the ground. You find yourself in a new time /place(the one from the question above). You are alone with nothing more than what is usually in your pockets /purse. What are you going to do? Where will you go?
III. )
Would you seek to return home? And why? Is it something or someone you want to return to?
IV. )
Lastly, what sort of adventure will it take to return home? What adventure if you stay? What changes will your presence cause in the timeline?
Good writing! 😍
Pattimouse 