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Wednesday, 3 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day #3

This is from a writing prompt at imaginary garden with real toads...

the imaginary garden with real toads
failed again
how could I have done that?
repeating mistakes once again

searching for a purpose
neglecting my chores
negating my small mercies

angst bleeds from my pores
winds smash my face
winter is back breeding my discontent

I tried and I failed

Existentialism



  • individual experience
  • sense of isolation
  • indifferent environment
  • responsibility for choices made
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    7 comments:

    1. Gale4 April 2013 at 00:01

      Wow...this poem speaks to so many of my days. Too many.

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    2. Susie Clevenger4 April 2013 at 00:35

      It does seem I have had a bit of this in my life..

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    3. Cloudia4 April 2013 at 01:43

      pretty dark, Jenn

      ALOHA from Honolulu
      Comfort Spiral
      ~ > < } } ( ° > <3

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    4. Kerry O'Connor4 April 2013 at 03:11

      negating my small mercies...

      This line really struck me. Perhaps we spend too much time searching for reasons while neglecting to live out each day purposefully.

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    5. Susan4 April 2013 at 12:12

      Powerful. The pattern of the life. The angels. That's it.

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    6. Jinksy5 April 2013 at 14:31

      winter is back breeding my discontent

      It certainly is in my little corner of the world! Brrrr!

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    7. Margaret7 April 2013 at 22:37

      negating my small mercies

      I find that very intriguing.

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