What if… Freedom meant truth. Truth meant contentment. Contentment allowed sleep. Sleep meant rest. Rest meant communion. Communion meant intimacy. Intimacy meant peace. Peace meant balance. Balance meant growth. Growth meant life. Life meant light. Light meant everything… What if…? – Lynda Meyers, 2011 This is is a
Today’s assignment: Take a random page from a book and create a blackout poem from it. I chose The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho, and randomly selected page 131. Here’s what I came up with: The boy slept deeply. His heart said that happiness is a moment of creation. “Create it”
I always bragged about not Having addictive tendencies And it was true, …then i met you. And i was hooked on the way you breathed, It was like air never existed before. It was like adrenaline when you said my name. The thing about that is you keep seeking that
Day 5: Write the same poem, both with and without punctuation and compare the two. I’ve always been a fan of letting the words fall on the reader’s heart at will, so I think I prefer the unpunctuated. What do you think? Strings unwind without a doubt to hold
Yesterday was my “self-pampering day”. I have spent the last 2 weeks moving, cleaning, hauling stuff to the dump and goodwill, all in between working at three different jobs. So yesterday I gave the keys back on the old place and am finally only living in one place. My place.