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Well, for an exercise, we were made to write about the whiteboard for five minutes and then turn our words into a poem. I thought the exercise was kind of funny and more so when I heard some of the other students read their hyper imaginative worlds, supposedly entirely based on the very same plain-Jane whiteboard. I’m still on the fence about what the bare definition of poetry is, but I guess those poets who spoke would probably have an opinion about mine too:

Shadows
Dappled light
Cream
Moving my hand to what isn’t there
Five minutes spending energy
This is a conundrum.

I see the whiteboard
The white board is the whiteboard
I see the whiteboard
The white board is the whiteboard
I see the whiteboard
The white board is the whiteboard
~ A day in the life of Bartholomew. Simpson.

Spent more time looking at paper than examining whiteboard
I hope my thoughts are validated
Twenty seconds left and still all I see
Shadows
Dappled light?
Cream.

~ by Fionnlagh on March 4, 2014.

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