7 a.m.

Describe a typical day in your life — but do it in a form or in a medium you’ve rarely — if ever – used before. If you’re a photoblogger, write a poem. If you’re a poet, write an open letter. If you’re a travel blogger, write a rant. (These are all examples — choose whatever form you feel like trying out!)


It’s 7 a.m. when the light slips in and I hear a knock at the door

My sister is here with her kids who are near and they will be staying ’til four

My eyes half open, still trying to sleep

Not a sound in the house except the television beep

Breakfast of eggs, “more?” the children beg

They must be very good.

They play and I “work” with a watchful eye

This poem went south as it came from my mouth

And now it’s time to say goodbye


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