SY: The Day is Greener On The Other Side

NaPoWriMo Day 3
Prompt taken from Spill The Ink Poetry Labby If Walls Could Talk KLand Poetry Cafe KL
"Pick a colour OTHER than blue, find 5 items of that colour throughout your day, and write a poem on how they've made the blues worse (or not!). even if you want blue, pick a certain shade.

BONUS! if you want to win extra points, write a haiku for each item.
A haiku is traditional Japanese form, which consists of three-lines.
The first and last line has 5 syllables, whereas the second line has 7 syllables.
Example:
I wish I can sleep
but Monday forced me to wake
up and write this down
EXTRA BONUS!
Poetry Cafe KL introduces a new form called Haibun, in which you can try it out if you want!"
"Basically, haibun is the combination of two poems: a prose poem and haiku.
For a further guide on how to write haibun.
For example:
In the shadow of the Nevado del Ruiz, rice farmers woke as if on any other morning. Their daily pleasures and worries were the same as always. Even the smoke and eruptions that afternoon were familiar—though masked by a thunderstorm—no one aware of the approaching lahars.
not the sound
but drops of rain
scatter ants
- 1985, by Robert Lee Brewer

We sometimes take routine things for granted. Your prompt for today is to write in haibun form, the short journey from your bed to the bathroom door. Note what you can see, hear, feel, touch, and smell and surprise us!"
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Green day, my anthem
As groggy as the green grinch
Oh my grimy face.

That is the atrocious way I wake up every mundane morning, as the luminescent rays of the bright jarring sun irritates my stubborn eyelids to respond by reluctantly blinking. Looking as pale and sickly as a sea sick lass on board a rocky boat ploughing through the turmoil of sea as rough as the sleep I had the night before. Stricken with thundering nightmares that blare and scare like how lightning traumatises little whimpering children.

Many green labels
Of Innisfree' Jeju's greens
Little perk me ups.

To lift my lowly spirits, I lift my sulking face with layers of sample products. I cleanse my face by exfoliating as though I cleanse my spirit of bad JuJu by exhortations. Refresh my porous partially dead skin by dousing it with acceptable amounts of alcohol unlike those frowned upon fruitilicious dacquiries. Sooth my uneven facial creases more vigorously and diligently than how I iron my crumpled cotton shirts.

Green lettuce salad
With my Ramlee sloppy Joe
Extra, extra Yum.

The moist, luscious, freshly harvested leafy greens, more crunchy than an ice-berg, with edges more crooked than the Romanians, dress my greasy processed golden chicken patty to make an unremarkable iconic road side snack become a well balanced hearty meal. That was my messy, unglamourous lunch that filled the void that was left in my centre. I wasn't hungry nor craving to be filled as I was voiding repeatedly, in many unpleasant hues of green, surrounded by smooth floor tiles, two pasty green plastic and wood panels and the ongoing chatter of ladies impatiently waiting their turn.

Green screen videos
Made instant movie magic
With great CGI.

The joys and woes of working in a thriving production to produce the most repulsive repetitive viral content that will populate the propagating social media universe. The endless possibilities of endless paper trails and redundant trials we go through to get one thing done, which is to make us great again.

Green glow leaking through
My face and heart of envy
Speaking of regret.

Reflecting on the most recent course of events or the alternate parallel of proceedings if certain life paradoxes were to exist. The hopeless dreams of a hopeless romantic versus the logic of a logical explanation to explain every cause and action that transpired during the times that had expired led me to believe the unbelievable was possible and the impossible was believable.

The grass is greener
On the other side of life
When you choose to grin.

- Swit Marie

0204H 4th April 2017
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Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
who thinks in rhyme all the time
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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