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Aug 14
poem 2 comments challenge: General
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Lynnez

Day Dreaming

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My eyelids are lily pads floating on top a lazy pond,
Morning brings soft pink dew drops,
Inhaling the fresh bitter smell to keep my sadness away,
My cup, warmer than sunlight peeping through pines boughs,
My mind stretches with a calm yawn. . a deep sigh,
Picturing baby fawns lying in an emerald ocean,
Hearing the chickadees, chipmunks, and chickens announcing a new day,
Soft covers are tucked under my chin,
 
My eyes open: Brick this. . brick that. .
There are many missing pieces, there’s layers of dust,
Pages spilling from a beat-up science binder,
Old coffee stains under my toes on the rug,
Bright orange textbook cover- a disturbing reminder,
The plastic cup colder than old Chinese food (which I ate for breakfast),
I set down from my hand,
And then I begin. . my morning as a college freshman.
 

 
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Aug 14, 2018

    I love your diction in this piece; you capture such a great moment and I can feel all of the raw emotions that build up to the final sentence. Great job, Shannon :)

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  1. BloodMoon825
    Aug 14, 2018

    As I carry myself through what you have built with your writing, I can imagine everything perfectly. I agree with Shannon, you capture a great moment. You've also captured one's imagination perfectly. Thank you for sharing this!

    F.E.A.R.:
    Face Everything And Rise

    -Zig Ziglar (modified)

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