It means you set an egg timer or oven clock and write.
JUST write. For FIVE minutes.
Salvage what you can or post it all.
Just write. Don't be a weenie. Write.
We drive towards the pediatrician's office
swollen with fever first grade germs
"Have you been kissing girls?" I poke
He does not even try and make noises of disgust
his head back against the seat
hair all splayed out like blond fire
and the baby brother in the car seat beside of him
babbles the hymn of the ignored
and lifts his arms up and down
and pulls at his hand me down sweater
the sweater that at one time went over the head of the big one
and as I sing out to the crap radio station
I can't even believe that the big one ever fit
inside of those threads
and it is crazy that his teeth are falling out
and he has these original thoughts
and desires to know everything in the whole world
and I fail him more than ever now
because we live in a new world where we can break each others hearts
we can speak words and make mistakes
but on this sunny day
the day before he turns seven
the magical number
he will let me hold his fever face against my chest
and we will rock down the day
and we will never be this young again
leave yr link in comments so that I can share them!
I'm not thrilled with my first one but I've been out of touch with my writing up until the last week, so hopefully I'll get better throughout April! Thanks for challenging me! www.lightningbugsinamasonjar.blogspot.com
I just wanted to let you know that this weblog is being featured on the 143rd edition of Five Star Friday - http://www.schmutzie.com/fivestarfriday/2011/4/1/five-star-fridays-143rd-edition-is-brought-to-you-by-jonatha.html
What a fun writing exercise! Thanks for the challenge. http://onetruekim.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-five-5-minute-breakfast-poems.html
Here's my 5-minute Friday breakfast poem!
I did mine! I did mine!
That is just beautiful. Bee-yoo-tee-full!
That is so touching. I feel it. Gorgeous. Fevered.
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