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.
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2017
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