Day: May 6, 2020

The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – May 5

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Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 126 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday?  We get knocked down sometimes. Current events have done an excellent job of destroying normal. There is a silver lining. These times have granted us an opportunity to reexamine life, priorities, and what happiness really means.  I am determined, and I refuse to stay stuck in a mess. Today, I stand up, regroup, reset my intentions, and recommit to attaining my dreams.

An ongoing topic of exploration is Cal Newport’s concept of deep work, “the ability to focus without distraction on a cognitively demanding task.” Newport advocates approaching and completing challenging tasks by eliminating distractions, committing to block scheduling, and adhering to your intentions.

What are…

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#NaPoWriMo Day 16: Poem — Sonnet Italian — “Enough For Me” #amwritingpoetry

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Mandibelle16

For NaPoWriMo Day 16, the prompt is to choose a “person, place, or thing you love, and praise it in the most effusive way you can. Go for broke with metaphors, similes, and more.” (I’m praising, but I think it’s not overkill — changing theprompt as we’re permitted, I think :).

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Italian (Petrarchan) Sonnet – ABBA, ABBA/ CDC, DCD, (Octave and Sestet. Sestet can have various patterns, especially in modern Italian sonnets.

Darling memories for those I love still,

Stuck in shadows, both real and dreamlike.

All that was fine stolen without respite.

Still, I gaze into the past, and I’m thrilled,

Blessed with your presences; and I’m still,

Lingering in the mist, occasions, wishes built;

Joy-times, wit, argument, life ever-filled.

For such flawed lustre, some might pause, standstill;

Weep, cherish past gifts no matter there faults.

Clocks…

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Carry light!

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Savvy Raj

Good read:

Once, a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hate.

On a decided day, the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two, some had three and some had even five potatoes.

The teacher said they have to carry these potatoes with them everywhere they go for a week.

As the days passed the children started to complain about the spoiled smell that started coming from these potatoes. Also some students who had many potatoes complained that it was very heavy to carry them all around. The children got rid of this assignment after a week, when it got over.

The teacher asked, “How did you feel in this…

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The box holding the sea

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TheFeatheredSleep

man and woman hugging each other Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

Goodbye

was said in the early hours

all of us bleary eyed and trying

not to reveal how we really felt

for there is no way, no way at all

for true goodbyes.

His golden head and the missing cat

harbingers of things to come

none of us could fathom back then

for then he worked among flowers in Columbia Road

where for his labors, he fantasized a life of being

a garden designer of small, expensive, London flats

all walled in with Victorian crimp, longing to be rendered

Japanese, Drought-Resistant or Minimalist.

He slept with a girl called Candida, 25 years his senior

with a fat address book of horticultural leads

these things seemed then, necessary and normal

like the broken flowers fallen from their stem

at the end of a days market where people

trod over them when hours before

they emptied their…

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Waiting Around To Die ~ Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

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Walt's Writings

Pandemics
Epidemics
Corona Virus
So many people sitting around
Just waiting around to die
Not me! My drums are traveling
Keeping the beat until the very end
Drumming with the Devil
What a perfect ending to a legendary life
Sipping Tennessee Whiskey
With Chris Stapleton
While the Devil parties by the River
Drinking Tennessee Moonshine
No better place to wait for the
Corona Virus to claim you than
Here drinking Tennessee Whiskey
And sipping Tennessee Moonshine

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved

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Inarticulate

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pouringtruth

Another question put away for later
Only left to turn rancid behind cowards teeth,
Or an over protected heart.
A choice made to stay happy
In a clouded mind seems content
Through blind eyes,
And these hurtful answers
Seem nonexistent to deafened ears
When they may have never heard them,
While these thoughts live on as ghosts
As a scar on a slit tongue.

a.l.c

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – May 4

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Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 125 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday?  We get knocked down sometimes. Current events have done an excellent job of destroying normal. There is a silver lining. These times have granted us an opportunity to reexamine life, priorities, and what happiness really means.  I am determined, and I refuse to stay stuck in a mess. Today, I stand up, regroup, reset my intentions, and recommit to attaining my dreams.

An ongoing topic of exploration is Cal Newport’s concept of deep work, “the ability to focus without distraction on a cognitively demanding task.” Newport advocates approaching and completing challenging tasks by eliminating distractions, committing to block scheduling, and adhering to your intentions.

What are…

View original post 150 more words