Poetry mined from the soul and muse
Or pried from math and mindful, dreamy past
Emits a tapestry, it can amuse
Time after time, tell tales that truly last
Raises desire for a prime repast;
Yet poetry can drill the deepest mine
To rid the mind of horrors from the past
Indeed sad days of yore may poems refine
Mend dreams that drowned and let the poem infuse
Essential essence you do not refuse.
Follow these rules:
- Today's prompt: exercise
- Publish so that the date stamped is April 24th with only one stamp-date
- Tag with MP2012
So, what does this have to do with exercise?
1. Writing a dequain is, in itself an exercise
2. Using the NaPoWriMo prompt which Katryn posted this morning, I used only letters which can be found in "Susan Mindful Poetry". That means no B, C, G, H, J, K, Q, V, W, X, Z.
3, I wrote it as an acrostic.
To me, that's an exercise.