Day Five - Make something. Anything! Write a poem about your spontaneous
making experience.
Made
to Order
What did I make… what did I make…
What did I really make, today?
I made my bed.
Messy, unsightly mass of lumpy rags
In desperate need of smoothing...
I flattened and folded and tidily tucked in
To reinforce the façade of order.
I made my way;
I set out on a journey;
The bumps sought to break me,
The hills tried to wear me down,
But I kept my wits about me
And made it ‘cross the finish line.
I made my choices.
I uncertainly lobbed pebbles down
Into the infant stream
And set the course
For the southbound raging river
Of destiny… let’s see where it goes.
I made my daily dough;
Walked in, sat down, punched in
Tuned out, piped up, nodded off,
Drank up, hunkered down,
Stood up, clocked out, and drove off…
Job well done.
I made an ass of myself
(I do that sometimes… I’m doing it now)
Perhaps it’s just a thought,
A doubt, a word, or an idea,
But my brain didn’t sync up with my mouth
Before I vomited up stupidity.
What did I really make today?
I aimed for the stars, but failed to launch,
And now I’m making excuses.
So I grabbed a Sharpie and some paper;
Made a stick-figure Mona Lisa…
She may not look like much,
But she ties the room together.
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