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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

day 04 — writing


Believe in yourself. As a writer enthusiast, I often deem my own work as flawed. While others, I am captivated by the imagery and the emotions they evoked to the reader. Its a challenge to consider myself as a writer and/or poet because there are so many greats out there.

I do have to remember they all started in the same places I was. Well except for older civilizations where they chiseled on stones or Shakespeare who wrote with a quill (although that sounds really cool now that I think of it. I’m sure he had a lot of ink stains though).

Given our global health right now, I’d say its more important to write more than ever because who knows what your writing will do for someone else. I also think of The Diary of Anne Frank, that book is iconic and it was just a young girl writing about her time during the Nazi occupation in WWII. Without those writings we wouldn’t have a good look into what that time frame looked like.

So folks keep writing, the good, the bad and the ugly truth about our days. Below is a poem I’ve played around with, not sure how I feel about it.

Pleasing the crowds is impractical with
Ambiguous reporting daily.
Novel Cornavirus can be —
DEADLY.
Emphasis on hand washing,
Minimize group settings to
Improve your chances of not getting
COVID-19

‘Til next time.

-WN

3 minutes

Inside they go,
one at a time
locked in.

Ding, Ding —
shouting starts,
high fives given.

Swift dancing,
right to left
back again.

One hit,
two kicks,
down one goes.

Crowd goes wild,
and the winner is…

I watched 16 MMA fight’s this past weekend. Each fight had 3- 3 minute rounds. If the fights lasted all 3 rounds, the judges scores would determine the winner. If someone tapped out at any point in the 3 rounds they forfeited. Now, I’m not an advocate for fighting nor do I see the function of fighting; however, this was an opportunity for me to gain an insight to the fighting culture. People were shouting/rooting for the fighters which reminded me of what the Gladiators faced (or so I think). I guess people fight to try and prove who is tougher and to put all that training to the test. Overall, it was another experience trying to understand something else that people enjoy doing.

Have you ever seen an MMA fight? If so, what are your thoughts? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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.