#NationalPoetryMonth ~ Ready to try another one? Well, just because I’ve had several people
TRY to say they can’t write a poem; let’s go with another “fill-in-the-blanks”
for Day 2, while some people are still getting their “feet wet,” so to speak.
I’m just here to encourage you along – you can always write other types of
poetry if the poems I feature on any given day just aren’t what you want to
write about.
This is known as an “I Wish, but I Am” ~ yep, another poem to
reveal just a bit more about you – or not – you can totally make stuff up; whatever.
You can even fill in the blanks as if your dog were doing so. You’re in charge.
These lines are just to get you started. This one is so fun and easy that you
can write several of them. Or change the beginning words to those that work for
you (concentrate on words of feeling and being for the beginning of each
line).
Here
we go:
Line 1: I wish I
Line
2: Like
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3: And I dream
Line
4: I
am
Line
5: I used to
Line
6: But now I
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7: I seem to
Line 8: But I'm really
So here is one I wrote that is
serious and one that is silly (I put the beginning phrases in blue in my
examples so you can see how it goes):
On Missing My Son
I wish I could tell you it gets better
Like it was before he was gone
And I dream of him ever so near me
I am once again singing that silly song
I used to take such things for I granted
But now I can see I was wrong
I seem to be getting used to his absence
But I'm really just getting along
Like it was before he was gone
And I dream of him ever so near me
I am once again singing that silly song
I used to take such things for I granted
But now I can see I was wrong
I seem to be getting used to his absence
But I'm really just getting along
© 2015 Stephanie Abney
Celery and Chocolate
I wish chocolate had zero calories
Like this celery stick in my hand
And I dream of mouthfuls of ice cream
I am deluding myself it would seem
I used to eat whatever I wanted
But now I eat things that are green
I seem to be getting control of my food
But I'm really just full of whip cream
Like this celery stick in my hand
And I dream of mouthfuls of ice cream
I am deluding myself it would seem
I used to eat whatever I wanted
But now I eat things that are green
I seem to be getting control of my food
But I'm really just full of whip cream
© 2015 Stephanie Abney
BTW,
obviously, any poetry that is shared in the comments section of this blog is the property of
the person who shares it. The poem is their original work and no one may use it
in any form without their express permission. It is understood that they own
the copyright to it. Just a little reminder. Thanks!!
And if you
choose to post your poems on your own blog – that’s awesome. Please don’t just
copy and paste my daily instructions, but rather post your poem and link back
to my blog for others to read the instructions. Thank-you.
