Day

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Just saw a post about days. Instead of Monday Tuesday Wednesday etc the start is crossed out and just day written seven times. I guess the days are running one into another and if you are like me, messing about and staying up late till after three am, it really does feel like a blur.

I wrote a very micro poem to reflect this….

Day of sun
Day of shine
Day of rain
Days all mine
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Limerick

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It’s not very good, it sort of rhymes but the fourth line is a bit weak and the fifth needs a better ending.

The challenge was to write something funny. But limericks are not that easy, for instance sometimes writers repeat the first line in the last one…

For instance “there was an old man from portmadoc” might end “that wise old man from portmadoc!”, which is a bit of a cheat really. Maybe my limerick is a bit  inappropriate, but I based it on the current situation. X

Hunker down

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Hunker down,

Hide and sleep

Find your dreams

And hug them deep.

Find a space

Where you can live

Where things are quiet

And silence keep.

Make a nest

Make a bed,

Stay inside

But in your head

Take a flight

Around your room,

Then through the open window

Zoom!

Above the world

The air is clear

The sky is bright

Bird song, you hear.

Look down on streets

So still so quiet,

With hunkered people

Bunkered, still.

But you are free

And safe to soar

Flying high

No fear

Just dreams.

(from an idea inspired by Martha Kennedys blog ‘I am a writer, yes I am’.)