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Do You…

Alright fellow community do you ever start writing a post and stop half way and delete it? Or worse have save drafts of half finished work? Be honest now. No… Just me okay.

Well currently sitting in my draft section on here I have 10 saved drafts. Why not just publish them? Excellent question fellow reader! I haven’t published them because they are half ideas!!

Today’s the day I share one of my half ideas and “finish” it. Maybe this will push me to finally finish all my drafts and just let my sloppy drafts be your muse or laughter for the day.

This piece was titled Tardy and has bee sitting in my draft folder since January 2020.

*Alarm Buzzes*
Snooze
*Alarm Buzzes*
Snooze

Eyes shoot open,
to face the awful truth,
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late….

Random shirt,
day old pants
socks and shoes
don’t slow me now.

Gum to freshen
last night’s
Chinese breathe.

Keys, wallet, phone
I’m forgetting something,
No time!

-Door Slams-
*meow*

What pieces do you have sitting in the draft stage? Why not publish them?

-WN

First draft

Articulating words has never been
so challenging.

Brilliant articles fill my feed
my work now inferior.

Collation of words
singled out one by one.

Diminishing at my fingertips
this poem is getting worse.

Expressing poorly composed
and formidable imagery.

Gambling my chances of
becoming a number one hit.

Kindled by uncertainty
losing my grip with reality.

Raged with fury,
each paper shredded.

Dare I be ignorant
of my jargon.

Frantically I salvage
lines of wisdom for
tomorrow’s
attempt.


So I attempted to do an A-Z poem, where I must use a word beginning with all 26 letters of the alphabet. I made it 15 words only 11 more to go. Looking for some inspiration? Why not give this a go on your blog.

-WN

Through The Window

I feel dazed as
contact with reality
is partially lost.

Loss of vacations,
In office work,
birthday celebrations,
graduations –
even your touch.

Life is lived in the details,
with no mercy in sight —
This is our great loss.

Anxiety ridden thoughts
I’m afraid of:
being sick,
dying alone,
the end never comes,
no sense of normalcy.

During the bombings,
in the bunker I socialized
we all shared
the same fate.

Uncertainty leaves us
no courage and broken down.

Life outside is
a gamble.
I don’t want to be
that body.


This poem was inspired by two opinion videos I watched on The New York Times where I used majority of the lines spoken to form this Cento.

Messages From Quarantine by Niccolo Natali and Nikola Lorenzin really hit home because we are all at a big loss. We are all broken and living with a high level of uncertainty.

We’re All Grieving. This is How We Get Through It. By Nayeema Raza spoke to me because we all are experiencing a sense of anxiety. Our lives were cancelled/disrupted by this pandemic with no clear vision that this will ever end. This should not stop us in our tracks. We still need to celebrate with each other.

Feature Photo by Norbert Kundrak from Pexels edited in Canva.

Day 18 | Pairs

We are an
iconic duo
like:

Peanut Butter &
Jelly.

Salt &
Pepper.

Life with you
makes sense
like:

Night &
Day.

Left &
Right.

You can’t have one
without the other
like:

Hot &
Cold.

Life &
Death.

Here we are
hand in hand
an iconic
pair.

Ready to
take life
together.

‘Til next time

-WN

Woe

Ordinarily I’d be okay
today I’ve walloped the floor.
Recollecting each piece
one by one.
Alienated from my ghost
display just an empty shell.
Navigating endless words,
anguished with the would have’s.
Graciously reenacting neglected
years.
Engraving my woe for a brighter tomorrow.

I Quit…

Endless scrolling,
peaking into
other’s lives.

Half satisfied with,
catching up with
friends.

Half worrying life
is passing by.

Abundance of time
Wasted.

This media is everything
but social.

Highlighting the good side,
best side of people.
While suppressing
the negatives.

I am bound
No more.

Time now spent
In face to face
Interactions.

Real conversations,
More literature,
More writing.

I quit
Social media.