Another Monday Diatribe
my quiet contemplation
upon the situation
led to my consternation
whatever can we say
perhaps a proclamation
made without reservation
spread across the nation
would help to save the day
should we even care
and try to do our share
becoming more aware
make opinions sway
and can we even dare
to raise a voice and compare
as though we are even there
not safely out of the way
now all thoughts will scatter
as you listen to my chatter
but does it really matter
its just a way to play
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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Yes, I see the play. I also see what it could apply to. The pattern is the play, but that's not all it is. It's sugar sprinkled atop a mound of large thoughts that are hard to swallow. "Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down...."
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