everyone reads a great deal of bits of prose from various sources in the course of a day. this whimsical wednesday, pay closer attention to what is read. snatch sentences that really grab then assemble the sentences into a poem. share your poem on the blog.
So i played along pre-wednesday, but with lyrics. here is the poem i ended up with.
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As the sun shines through the curtain lace
There's a pain goes on and on
Sunday comes and all the papers say
You act like you never had love
I printed that out and put it on my wall. Thanks for the inspiration
Rynnalyn
Sitting around the kitchen table,
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Talking about people we used to know.
Brought back memories of grandma, mom and aunt doing the same many years ago.
I never understood why,
until now.......
two wonderful poems to welcome me to the blog today. both inspire me to do a good job with the poem i will write now at a new post!
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