And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. They say that “all cats are black at midnight,” but really? Surely some of them remain striped. And maybe there is an ill wind that blows some good. Perhaps that wind just has some mild dyspepsia. Whatever phrase you pick, I hope you have fun complicating its simplicity. Happy writing! https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-8/
So I haven’t been a participant yet in NaPoWriMo 2022 yet but I have been writing poetry everyday so inadvertently I have been on track….Anyhow, here’s to the optional prompt:
An apple a day keeps the doctor away Poor Betsy
At five years old she got the flu For little Betsy its nothing new She got her first case of the mumps With nasty, itchy, burning bumps When she was seven, getting big Her mama made her take a swig of tonic that she made at night to ward off all the germs and plight She made it from an apple red and gave it to Betsy in bed But Betsy barfed and threw it up Allergic to whats in the cup And now at eight she’s sick again Her mother wonders what is in the stuff she keeps up on her shelf right next to that dumb Christmas elf If it has apple then she’ll know to hospital Betsy will go ‘Cause her poor throat will close right up from all that apple-made syrup.
Catching raindrops from the sky Catch a glimpse of birds who fly Catch a ball that flies through air Catch a breeze blown through your hair Catch me looking straight at you Catch you looking at me too
D – Possibilities
Did you ever wonder what it’d be like to discover the oceans’ deepest caves? to fly to the farthest star known to man? to walk in the same roads your ancestors walked? to run faster than the wind? to see beauty in the ugliest of pictures? to hear a whisper on a busy, city street? to taste the richness of the Milky Way? to be happy with who you are right now? Did you ever wonder what is possible?
E – A Haiku
Enclosed within reach Love for you will never fail I am always here
F – Four
Frankie, Felicia, Fiona and Fred found themselves in one small, double bed Fiona was cramped up next to the wall Fred found his feet had no room at all Frankie was happy ’cause he had the most Felicia was sweaty like good buttered toast The four of them slept, they slept good and hard No noise nor the cat could get anyone jarred They slept in the morning ‘for the day got too hot And they never complained ’bout the small spot they got.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows an island across a stretch of water. Upon which you can see some ruins and a white lighthouse.
Some days are harder than others and today is a difficult one. I don’t know what triggers the hard days. I suppose I need this writing to clear my head. Thanks for reading.
For someday I may see you there Standing in the open air Not a figment not a phase Just my son, the one I’d raised For now I wait and cry instead I can’t get sad out of my head Some days are easy some are not I try to be thankful for what I’ve got It doesn’t seem fair to those who live that I don’t have as much to give a part of me was lost that night When you were taken out of sight.
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