20 Lines A Day

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Shakespearean Sonnet

Can storms that whirl and cranes that hang above
the street unfurl a city’s rhythmic beat?
Do winds that swirl fit coastlines like a glove?
Snow fell on West Virginia, heavy sleet

that stopped this state. Now covered in a white
iced blanket, people shiver in their homes.
A superstorm did damage, spread its blight
across a thousand miles. The metronomes

ticked terror, closed down Wall Street, bridges, schools.
The New York City Transit System ground
to a halt, Grand Central Station full of ghouls.
Streets flowed with churning water all around.

And even though the monster, Sandy, spilled,
the people keep repeating, We’ll rebuild.

Trying Rispetto

Sitting within the deep waters of the sea,

I can see you degrading, getting caught in

time, understanding which ain’t my cup of tea,

I know you want to get rid of your past sin.

You wait for someone to come, pay no pity

but that being must treat you with that dignity-

respect you long for, I know you do want bliss,

Oh the mighty city of the Atlantis.



1. Poem is comprised of 8 eleven-syllable lines, usually one stanza.

2. General rhyme scheme- ababccdd

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The Small Petite Woman

A small petite woman walking in the darkness,

Passing by the lights of the city which she considers a mess.

She has left it all behind- the power, the glory,

She is tired of framing her own life’s story.

Frustrated with her acts that she so dubiously played,

She now walks alone, her hair no longer tied in a braid.

Losing the sense of this world, she wants to be who she really is,

She has said goodbye to her past with a gentle kiss.

She is just starting to accept her real self with no pain,

She is walking in the darkness with no strain.


Can You Do This?

My sister-in-law participated in a research study today at Wake Forest. One of the tasks she had to do was to write for three minutes on each of the following topics:

1. Write about your childhood.

2. Write about your childhood home.

3. Write about your best friend.

Easy, huh?

The stipulation was that you couldn’t use the letter “a” or the letter “n.”

So, I won’t call this a challenge so it doesn’t get confused with the other challenges. But I thought it might be kind of fun to try. I’ll give it a shot:

1. My brother, I were our mother’s, our pop’s kids. They brought us up well. Oh, we felt their love. We resided there, our first house. Where? City block. It holds good memories for me. Three, just toddler, dog bit me, I remember this.

2. I grew up there, our big house with pool dug by my hubby, brother, step-pop. Lots of buddies, big old trees everywhere, my light purple bedroom. I loved the fruit trees where I climbed.

3. Sue, I, decided we would go to Europe. Her mother, from there, thought we should see fiords so we put our dimes together. She, light-complected , liked my brother. But we were buds. She wore her white dress, yes, I provided music. Her two sisters were the flower girls.

WHEW! That was hard. See what you can do. Share it here.


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