Writing Life

 

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Blank screens and blinking 
cursors make me abandon 
thoughts of not writing. 

Written in response to The Daily Post’s Prompt: Abandoned

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The First

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It was your very first. 
Tears of joy lay puddled as 
you giggled sweetly. 

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt: Giggle

Is That Really Me ?

Can’t Stand Me

What do you find more unbearable: watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?

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I am careful to make the words precise,
to make them do what they are supposed to do
But as I slip into more comfortable circles,
the words relax and begin to do what they want

 

I am eating a piece of PEE-can pie instead of pee-KAHN,
which I wash down with a soda,
while my northern husband drinks a pop

 

I laugh at the kids and yell,
“Good Lord, what are ya’ll doing tryin’ to catch those lighting bugs in that jug!”
 
Wow
Is that really me

I hear Mama from Mama’s Family instead of myself

It is my south
It owns my words when it wants to
Transforms my tongue into someone that dudden’t (I mean doesn’t),
quite sound like me

When I hear a recording of my voice, I can’t believe how southern I sound.
I am not sure why I am surprised. I was an Army brat that was born, grew up, and traveled to mostly southern states. I wouldn’t say I can’t stand the way I sound, but I even surprise myself as other southerners point out my southern drawl.

Day 14- A Bad Love Poem

heart-762564_1920Our love is like a fine wine

It takes me higher than a Georgia pine

We will be together for eternity

because I love you whole heartily

Promise me when times get tough

and you think you have had enough

You will rest on our love

Which was sent from up above


Today’s challenge was just what I needed to help cheer me up. Now, there is nothing wrong with rhyme. I love rhyme but this poem . . .  And that’s not all that’s wrong.  I hope you enjoyed. 😉

Day 14- Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.

Here’s the challenge! 

What do you think makes a poem bad?