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NaPoWriMo entry # 1

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This is the first day of me participating. This is will be a good challenge and way to get disciplined to write everyday. We all know that every writings don’t have to be a masterpiece. But the aim is to offer a piece of a master, this is my craft.

I am not sure how it works but it was stated that we are offered prompts to follow. This is today’s: write a poem that has the same first line as another poem.

When I see the little Buddhist scouts Marching with their Zen mothers

I stand still in a Zen like gaze and meditate on my Adulthood.

Manhood from a boyish glance is just a chance to struggle

Pain is the cost of playing monk when you can’t be still and surrender to the struggle.

 

written on 4/1/13

inspired by Bob Kaufman, Cranial Guitar( Reflections on s Small Parade)

 

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