We were given an assignment (by our teacher Alexandra Leggat) to pick a daily routine, observe it and write it into a poem. For a few days, I would open my notebook and think of capturing that one routine that I want to share. I thought that if I chose one routine, that one routine would cage me; so, I was unable to pick a routine for the assignment. Though, I would start writing about how I don’t know what to write about, as this is how writers begin writing, right? And then it hit me. This is my daily routine, trying to come up with something .
The result is as follows:
I can keep at this till Armageddon
I am not sure what to write about.
May be write about my morning routine
or that philosophical topic I am thinkin’.
I am too worried,
worried that I don’t have anything worth sharing,
or even enough to fulfill this assignment’s bidding.
Regardless, I just started to write something,
so that I can get the noise out,
and get past it.
But I don’t hear anything,
it’s too quiet over my mast,
so not sure what I am trying to get past.
I don’t know why I am writing this,
when I don’t want to.
Why should I continue?
Perhaps because, THIS is my assignment.
Let Alexandra deal with it,
let my classmates have a laugh at this piece of sheet.
In fact, I will do just that.
So, there; this is my blabbering.
You just indulged into nothing.
Or is it really nothing?
That was 151 words, 155 now, 157.
Hah! I can keep at this till Armageddon.