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)