Day #16 (January 16, 2017)
Hey it's week three everyone! You ever have that war inside like half of you says yes it's almost over (no offense) but you have the other half saying let's keep it going. That's the current mental battle. But enough about me you wanted poetry. Be warned I am using a mobile device to make this so I may make just a blob instead of an actual image.
A feather,
Pencils,
Pens and,
Other parts,
Can create,
A fantasy,
Fantastic
Stories all
For the mind and
And for the reader's soul
Because this is our sanctuary
Our place where we are at peace
Where our minds can wander
Speaking in wierd tongues, living
And living lives, only pure speculation
Dreamt of
By us, by
You
So begin to write your story
Because someone will find
It and listen and become
Whoever it is, but we all
Know it starts with us.
It starts with you.
Well it didn't turn out so bad in the draft. If you are confused as to what it is, it's a hand holding a pencil writing a story. Okay that's a bit farfetched, but it works! Let me know what you see when you read this image poem via comment.
Oh before I forget to mention thank you all once again for reading, and commenting, and voting on not only this story alone but for everyone attempting this poetry challenge. I don't know where the other people's poetry ranks in at but this story collection alone is at #702 (as of January 15th). It's the overwhelming support from you all and getting to learn other forms that keeps me going in this challenge. Enjoy!
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