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Note: For the next year, I plan to write a short story every day. Some may be palatable, even enjoyable(?). Others may be horrendous. If you like them, like them or share them. If you don’t, well it is whatever. I’m doing it as a challenge someone gave me. I’m calling these my fivers. I try and write them without stopping in five minutes, little to no editing after the time limit. Each story or post will come from a different prompt I am given. These are just exercises for me to be in the process of writing.
The past few weeks, I’ve been given writing prompts that I wasn’t able to really write a story for a blog, probably cause I thought all of them where we too personal. This one, however, with some fear and trepidation I am posting a poem. Oddly enough, when I was a teenager, I wrote poems regularly. Yet, I stopped for some laborious reasons if I were to tell you at length. Watered down: I didn’t want to get made fun of because I was the love/beauty poetry guy. Anyway, I was asked today to write a poem, so here it is. Let me know what you think.
“A Gleeful Twirl”
That girl, you see
That girl…with the soft curls
My oh my how she moves and twirls
Strong and Courageous, what, oh what do those eyes see.
Ah, what a fool of a mortal I may be!
Dimples that form with every merry go round
I am here, and she is there —leaping with every bound.
What if I try to come nigh
Could she then apply…
But then again, I puff out a sigh.
It might be best to stand idly by.
A gleeful twirl
“Come on,” with hand outstretched.
Now I uncurl and nothing seems so farfetched.