The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the melody.
Gradually feeling better. Today's milestone was eating three proper meals.
Who knows what excitement tomorrow has in store.
Mine:
He sings a simple song
To move the time along;
Perhaps the tune will make him think
His son's diapers don't really stink.
2 comments:
Only three? As I recall the list of meals for the day reads: First Breakfast, Second Breakfast, Brunch, Elevenses, Lunch, Mid-afternoon snack, High Tea, Tea, Supper, Midnight Snack. Sounds like you've got some catching up to do!
Heh, a little poem straight from the heart I see :) Perhaps those diapers will bring inspiration though!
The melody
He stands before the gathered throng
Singing painful melodies
Ancient, mournful funeral songs
Plaintive wailing threnodies.
Greg - yes, well, the road to recovery is a long and winding one :P
Lovely rhythm and word choice. I've already enjoyed reading it aloud several times.
Max seems to like it too!
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