My Mondays are usually filled with one thing: writing.
I get in my cozy space & in my creative zone & begin to work on my weekly column for the local newspaper. On this particular Monday, like many Mondays, I hadn't a clue what to write about.
Sometime during my attempted writing session (which, up to this point, consisted of blank stares at a fairly blank page) the Mr. brought the girls & I bottles of happy cold coffee drinks.
As I sipped gulped it down, I glanced around my bedroom. Everyday for past week or two I've been consumed with getting the house prepared for a move. Boxes are everywhere. Suddenly I was inspired to write. A haiku began forming in my little noggin. And here it goes...
Towers of boxes.
Cardboard city all around.
Pack. Tape. Stack. Repeat.
Cardboard city all around.
Pack. Tape. Stack. Repeat.
If you remember, haikus are formed in this way:
1st line: 5 syllables
2nd line: 7 syllables
3rd line: 5 syllables
And wouldn't you know, this little haiku exercise led the way to a floodgate of even more inspiration. Before long my Monday night article was written & the laptop closed.
I'm pretty sure haikus are made of magic.
Here is one Zoey wrote about anticipating being in a new place:
Far away from here.
I'm feeling very lonely.
New faces, new friends.
Here is one Zoey wrote about anticipating being in a new place:
Far away from here.
I'm feeling very lonely.
New faces, new friends.
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