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How to Write a Poem (My Method)/ The Touching of Lives

Hello People, I hope you are well. I heard something about an atomic bomb threat I think....anybody care to let me know what is going on? I'd rather not explode... More importantly I would rather not someone I love explode. Imperative, I do not want someone who doesn't have a relationship with Christ to explode because they will live in eternal damnation and that would be really sad.
{Fereal, Cowgirl? Is this supposed to make me happy?}
Image result for is this supposed to make me happy? Princess bride Haha, no. I just don't know what's going on.  I went into the new highschool that I will be attending next year...well in like two weeks.
IT'S HUGE! Oh my goodness, I walked past one room (That's it, past one room into a classroom, no deeper.) I was like:
Image result for cat wide eyes Apparently there is even a coffee shop for the students. (Heard that on the radio) I like coffee...

I want to start writing my story for you so bad, but I haven't discussed with my secretary what superpowers the main character has! (Not a spoiler. I promise.)
{You have a secretary?}
Yes...You don't?
So recently I have begun to realize just how many people my life has touched. A woman in our neighborhood was at a meeting with my mom the other day, she came up and asked if she was my mom. "Did your daughter go to a swim clinic recently?"... I was at the pool on...Tuesday and a woman asked if I was one of the new lifeguards. She is like the third neighbor to ask if I work there. Almost everyone at the church knows my name, and now I also have you guys. It just blows my mind how many people recognize me. I am very excited to see how many more humans that I will come in contact with this year. I should write a short little poem right now. Just for your pleasure. Okay, let me think. I will let you see the method that I use to write.

Step 1-Poem Seed

 Think of a small rhyme

(Go ahead, do it)
However many people has my life touched?
However many lives have I brushed?

Step 2- Brain Barf

Think of another small rhyme, and another and another...

However many people has my life touched?
However many lives have I brushed?
Oh if I could count them all,
I might just.
Then I would blink blankly,
Staring at the vast enormity.
Now, a thought comes winging,
Like a bird, it is singing:
Many, many have touched you too.
This touching is done by more than one,
It takes two to have such relation.


Step 3- The Chopping Block

Read through your brain barf and make any changes. Scratch out words, replace them, insert different words, change a whole sentence. ETC.

How many people has my life touched?
However many lives have I brushed?
Oh, if I could count them all, I might just.
Then I would blink blankly,
And stare at the vast enormity
Which before did seem so small to me-
Now wait, oh fluttering heart,
A sweet thought comes winging
Like a bird, she is singing:
This touching, as it is,
Takes two. 
As much as you touch me, so I touch you.

Step 4- All Done

This is when you write/type your final version in fancy letters and give it a name. Since I just typed mine, I am not typing it again. However I will title it.

How about...The Touching of Lives? Not very creative I suppose, but it'll do.


Step 5- Show Off

Show off your work people. (More specifically, I would love to see your poems.)

When I say show of your work, I am not kidding. Ask a lot of people that I know and they will tell you I have insisted on them reading something I wrote at one point or another. 


That is all people. If you use my method to write a poem, I would be so excited to hear it/read it. Your comments are always welcome, etc. I am thrilled to say I have at least two followers btw, if you want to make it one more there is a follow button somewhere on my website. 😉😉
Have a great day, y'all.

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