I cannot lie- this was tough. So tough that my brain decided it needed a day to process, which is why this post is a day overdue.
Phewy- 113 words that fit into a more-or-less pre-determined structure. I ended up using the Shakespearean sonnet’s rhyme structure (abab, cdcd, efef, gg). Determining feet was not my strongest takeaway from college, so it is possible I didn’t get the iambic pentameter quite right. I did try to have one perspective in the octet and the contrasting view in the sextet.
I am painfully aware that some of the rhymes are forced. Forgive me: it has been many moons since I last attempted structured poetry.
Read, but please don’t weep.
On days when I have nothing else to do
And e’en on days when I should know better
I find myself logging in to Facebook
And Instagram, and YouTube, and Twitter.
I let my soul be barraged by news feeds
And I feel pressured to like lots of posts.
My mind is cluttered with all that I read.
My eyes roll and throw daggers at each boast.
Social Media is a good way to know:
About those ideas that are worth spreading,
When babies I know have started to grow,
About memes that are currently trending,
When people I’m fond of are doing well ,
And with which of them I can be myself.
Day 15: Describe the nicest meal you’ve ever had (fiction/non-fiction)