Baby sick this week
My mind turned down to zero
Creative flat line
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Tanked 1
Nothing in the tank
It is just empty and dry
I need some new juice
Tanked 2
Running on empty
Nothing to write for this blog
Juices flowing slow
Tag: Writing
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Haiku – Tanked 2
Running on empty
Nothing to write for this blog
Juices flowing slow
Tanked 1
Nothing in the tank
It is just empty and dry
I need some new juice
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Haiku – Tanked
Nothing in the tank
It is just empty and dry
I need some new juice
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Inspired by the theme at
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Haiku – Rewrites and Revision
Scrolling through pages
Frustrated with frustration
Stop the presses.
Here’s your chance to help me finish this Haiku.
Below you will find an A,B,C, or D multiple choice response. Feels like we are back in school. I know. Sorry about that.
Okay, here goes.
These answers are supposed to reflect the kind of re write person you are. Choose the one which says the most about yourself when you are rewriting something. Your answer will complete this Haiku.
A. I can make this great. (The optimistic writer – few and far between)
B. Why did I write that? (The troubled writer – probably a drinker or pot smoker, doing stuff when they are a little loopy)
C. Why doesn’t this work? (The angry writer – ready to fling a keyboard in a moments notice)
D. Dammit, damn, damn, damn! (This is the one I would have used. I’m there most of the time when something doesn’t work)
So this Haiku would have read like this if I would have used D.
Scrolling through pages
Frustrated with frustration
Dammit, damn, damn, damn!
Okay, choose wisely. I look forward to your answers.
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Poem – 1 in the morning
It’s heading towards –
the wee hours of the morning.
My wife nurses as the baby feeds.
I sit and I ponder.
The joys my son could bring.
I ramble.
As I write this poem –
that has no direction.
Maybe I have no direction.
A writer I want to be.
I laugh.
Is that something I can achieve?
All the years I’ve struggled.
A few hits –
mostly misses.
As I take on this new journey.
A path into fatherhood.
I know I can’t lose focus
or
direction.
I need to be strong for him.
I need to be a good example for him.
I need to be someone he looks up to.
I guess I am really rambling now.
Like my poem 2 in the morning.
I am just rambling.
Sleep please take me away.
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Poem – The Author
Sitting at a typing machine, solitary and alone.
Words flow from the creative mind, across the screen or paper.
Creating stories, for the world to see.
Inviting all to enjoy and read, the author’s silent caper.
A Poetry Journey 