25th April 2017
This was some fun in writing group this morning.
Working to the pattern :
ABAB, ABAB, ABAB
s t s c t c When s= square, t=triangle, c=circle
Using the emotion "Fear"
It makes my hands clammy,
This feeling of fear,
It has me running to the loo,
My stomach churning
This feeling of fear,
I'm rooted to the spot
My stomach churning
I can't gather my thoughts
I'm rooted to the spot
Can't wait to get out of here
Can't wait till this is over
Can't wait till things are clear.
Same thing, but using the emotion "Joy"
It makes my heart sing
This felling of joy
Makes me want to dance
And run through a meadow
This feeling of joy,
Puts a spring in my step
And run through a meadow
Looking up to the skies
Puts a spring in my step
If only It could last
But I know it's a fleeting spark
But I'll take it while I can.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Day 8 / Busy
From thinking about money in the Easter season to pondering it again in this Christmas season.
Busy
People rush around shops - their thinking confused
Decorations everywhere - glittering, seducing,
Carols sapping emotions.
Socks for Uncle George, cost too much- but
The reindeer are cute
Madness-
People spending more than they can afford.
Day 8: 8th April, 8th poem
I took the prompt today from Napowrimo - to write a poem reflecting on money:
Money
Money doesn't make you happy,
that's what people say,
But to live in this world we need it,
It helps us on our way
But it shouldn't be the thing that
takes up all your heart,
It only gives material stuff,
The physical, bodily part.
It has no value of itself,
It's just a means to an end,
to bring some joy to those we love,
family and friends.
So, if you find you're lucky enough,
and have a fortune to spare,
Spend it wisely while you can
Give some away and share.
Many people are going without,
they struggle to make ends meet,
You could be there to help them along,
And put them on their feet.
So, don't be a miser ,
with your pot of gold,
make others happy,
before you're too old.
I struggled to find time to write a poem today, as we're so busy with family staying for the Easter holidays.
But the motivation to continue with the poem a day for April forced me to produce something, and in rhyme, which is not really my style.
My treasure is my family.
Busy
People rush around shops - their thinking confused
Decorations everywhere - glittering, seducing,
Carols sapping emotions.
Socks for Uncle George, cost too much- but
The reindeer are cute
Madness-
People spending more than they can afford.
Day 8: 8th April, 8th poem
I took the prompt today from Napowrimo - to write a poem reflecting on money:
Money
Money doesn't make you happy,
that's what people say,
But to live in this world we need it,
It helps us on our way
But it shouldn't be the thing that
takes up all your heart,
It only gives material stuff,
The physical, bodily part.
It has no value of itself,
It's just a means to an end,
to bring some joy to those we love,
family and friends.
So, if you find you're lucky enough,
and have a fortune to spare,
Spend it wisely while you can
Give some away and share.
Many people are going without,
they struggle to make ends meet,
You could be there to help them along,
And put them on their feet.
So, don't be a miser ,
with your pot of gold,
make others happy,
before you're too old.
I struggled to find time to write a poem today, as we're so busy with family staying for the Easter holidays.
But the motivation to continue with the poem a day for April forced me to produce something, and in rhyme, which is not really my style.
My treasure is my family.
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