Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well.
Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty-seventh
Seven Word Sunday w/ Stop. Listen! What's that sound?
Horns flourish. Sunday television addiction is airing.
July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty-seven
I look at my reflection-
You look at me.
Are we expecting perfection?
Who do we really see?
I have never been a girly-girl,
You look at me.
Are we expecting perfection?
Who do we really see?
I have never been a girly-girl,
Makeup I eschew.
My hair can't decide if to curl.
My feet? Just grew and grew.
Comfort over fashion,
My rally cry with passion.
Manly hands and fingers long -
Stout legs, once firm and strong.
This external inventory -
Just a fraction of my story
It shows not my heart or mind,
If I am cruel or kind.
Or how tears cloud my vision
When facing moral decision.
I am comfortable being me.
A long fought battle. You see
the end result not the how.
Twenty-seventh Noticing, July 2014
Writing is a compulsion, an obsession, an explosion of (to borrow from a frequent line from a favorite television series) the bigger on the inside into the smaller on the outside.
This external inventory -
Just a fraction of my story
It shows not my heart or mind,
If I am cruel or kind.
Or how tears cloud my vision
When facing moral decision.
I am comfortable being me.
A long fought battle. You see
the end result not the how.
Twenty-seventh Noticing, July 2014
Writing is a compulsion, an obsession, an explosion of (to borrow from a frequent line from a favorite television series) the bigger on the inside into the smaller on the outside.
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