My assignment (okay, prompt) for today was to choose a word from a list of 14, then to use that abstract noun to title a poem with short lines containing one or more invented words. I chose calm.
Calm
I recall
from long ago
Dad saying
“If you don’t
stop crying
I’ll give you
something
to cry about.”
That worked
as well as
“calm down.”
He never did.
I had plenty
of reasons
to cry.
I should have
laughed.
Mom said
I was being
demonstrative;
she meant emotional
or dramatic
or histrionic,
or noncalm,
or theatratic.
Now I’m calm,
laid back,
easy going.
Boring.
Now it seems
I should inflate
my former
theatricality.
Look both ways in a world flooded with emotions, actors, and lies.
Mind the gaps trying to find the facts.
Play your role.
Not so calm:
Our Literary Journey 
Is it too late to learn to tango?
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Nevah!
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It’s so funny. I just watched a clip of the young woman who tangoed with Pacino in this very movie. And this clip is my favourite (of course).
As for your poem, I hear you loud and clear, Bill. And you are far from boring, you are mature and don’t waste your energy on losing it, or uncalming it without good reason 😉
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Thank you, Dale. 🙂 Calm it is, except I need to get out for a walk.
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I feel ya. Walks are great. So’s washing dishes (in my case)…
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Funny. I actually like cleaning up the kitchen. Do not tell anyone. Our secret, okay? 🙂
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It’s the one room I do like cleaning! I won’t tell a soul!
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Thank you.
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