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The Day Got Away From Me


Playing in the napowrimo prompt that is a Phrase.  Day 10.

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There goes the Day.

The day got away from me

Not Like I had some kinda hold on it

Or the twenty four hours of it

were unattended to

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It got filled up with a multiple  

of things to do and say, 

to be lived in the schedule of 

To be lived in the dis-order of 

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The day got away from me

And in the NaPoWriMoing

(A new verb that needed making)

Morning poem-ing is now at 9:30 pm

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Not 8am in the bright morning

All fresh and ready to lay some

Words down cause that’s 

The Inspired time

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The day got away from me

and inspiration has dropped low

pushing out this poem

with eyes ready to close

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No surprises in the ramble

Here with you reading

And thank you very much

The day just got away from me

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cc jeanne Adwani

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“…COME LIGHTLY TO THE BLANK PAGE”


This is from a prompt I was invited to do via my Creativity Coach teacher, Jill Badonsky.

We were to pick a quote from this website that gathers many quotes, and select the last five or so words at the end of the quote.

Steven and I may not agree on how to come to ‘a blank page’, and then again, is there really a wrong way?    How might you come to a ‘blank page’?SHadow on Dunes, California

“you must not come lightly to the blank page.”  Steven King

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Come lightly to the blank page

Take in the sense of emptiness

The thrill of possibilities.

The taste of what wonder is on the tip

of your pen, waiting.

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Come lightly to the blank page

Give quiet pause to the hungry story

That yearns for the telling.

Tease it like you would a lover

Feeling passion’s aching

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Come lightly to the blank page

Let the bright light of empty spaciousness

Find that sacred resurrection.

Lay down one word at time

Make generous your heart’s longing

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Come lightly to the blank page

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copy rights… jeanne adwani

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Yes against all Odds


Heart hand n mouth

A futile No rises to all that is Yes

When the battered down starves

The slow climb back to the good self

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Such thirst for that dried cracked tongue

That has let silence erode life’s sweetness

Drained the landscape of the self, desert dry

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If only the clouds could burst from

Eyes that lost their tears long ago

Despair took all the wet hope of Yes away

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The river is not that far of a crawl

Let that last stir of Yes stand you tall

And run naked from the barren hostile

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Of your doubt and terror that holds you

Hostage, make the relent a heart’s truth

Lay your Yes against fear’s hard No

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Rises to the Yes that has always marked

The Champions highest quest

To the Grail that’s never been

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Further away than right here

Close to the soul’s truth and

The promise of every moment

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