tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post7459698253290743847..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Thursday April 13th, 2017Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-23159692821665343752017-05-24T10:39:10.851-07:002017-05-24T10:39:10.851-07:00Greg - I... don't actually remember what this ...Greg - I... don't actually remember what this poem was about. Maybe a bakery customer? Probably.<br /><br />Oof, that last stanza packs quite the punch! Fantastically constructed poem. Bravo, bravo, bravo.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-76139878978330994272017-04-15T23:44:43.114-07:002017-04-15T23:44:43.114-07:00I hope the bakery was as busy as you predicted! A...I hope the bakery was as busy as you predicted! And that your trainee is coming up to speed nice and quickly, though I can't recall you ever complaining much about the people you've trained up when you've done it before.<br />Hmm, so is the poem a reflection on yourself or some of the kids you're training at soccer practice? I guess the slow ones might make for good goalkeepers one day. Or goalposts if they're slow enough. Either way, the neat little pairing of lines and the jauntiness at odds with the slowness of the subject makes for a great little poem!<br /><br /><b>Plodding</b><br />Pedestrian,<br />Quotidian,<br />The same old thing,<br />It's a routine.<br /><br />Day turns to night –<br />Nothing changes.<br />Here comes the dawn –<br />It's Groundhog Day.<br /><br />Are you happy<br />When you don't do<br />Anything but<br />Repeat your life?<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com