#SOL17 - 21/31 - Borrowed Words

         SOLC17 21/31 I'm writing for the March Slice of Life challenge with the Two Writing Teachers community for Day Twenty-One of Thirty-One.  Thank you, Stacey, Beth, Deb, Betsy, Lanny, Kathleen, Lisa, and Melanie.   

     Margaret Simon shared a post for writers yesterday that I want to share again. It is worth keeping for all writers, and an inspiration if you're feeling like you're running out of, well, words! Thanks, Margaret!

        

       I hope you don’t mind if I borrowed these words?

          In the recent few days, I began to choose certain phrases that stood out for me. It may not be because they are written beautifully, but sometimes they are. The words might not make sense out of context, but I liked the way they sounded, or the way the words were used.  I didn’t collect from all those posts I read, but I’ve attempted to arrange them into something that I hope declares to all you slicing writers that your words mean something, the sad and happy, the philosophizing and the life’s moment. All good, all great to read!  (I did change some punctuation.)

this week you get what you get  

Thinking in life is not optional.

I know my routine is here somewhere.  

There isn’t much room for breathing.  

They can’t be secrets.  

It might have been one of the last sledding days of winter.  

If you give kids a little bit of scaffolding and a whole lot of choice, they will create amazing things…they will innovate.  

Now he's ready for summer,   

spirits filled with good food, good talk, and love.

Someday you’ll learn    

what the week looks like for me.

They are my little wonders, sweetest little face and eyes -

Baby yoga.

Ask me how I know.

I'm grateful for my tribe.  

But this morning, I heard other voices. 

For a moment, it seemed like the train was headed straight toward me.  

My self-talk is interrupted by the William Tell Overture blaring over the sound system.  The crowd is now screaming.

Somehow this conversation is not going well.

Now there is only one way to go, away from this and towards a story to tell. 

It reveals pieces of hope we had thought were lost.

I hope there’s still chocolate at the end.

 She wants her work to be blessed.              

A perfect Sunday!

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      If you'd like to take part in a Poetry Scavenger Hunt for a found poem, Donna Smith at MainelyWrite offers a challenge today for World Poetry Day! Take a look!

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