13/1/12
Location: Same as the last few days, except in the living room instead of my bedroom, just to change things up.
Background noise: Australia vs. India at the WACA; the first few minutes of The Omen
Motivation is the ficklest thing;
One moment it overwhelms and consumes;
The next it fades away into the mist;
Leaving the task placed at hand incomplete
Friday the 13th was uneventful;
The closest companion's shoulder coldest,
Three days until I shall see the oldest,
Most trusted caught in infatuation
But an unexpected praising message
One of praise, of surprise, sent flippantly
A trusting call to arms with a flourish;
Stirs the ever fickle motivation
The task; nearly left incomplete; broken
Is restarted with energy again
Starting with a Shakespearean tribute
A monologue; iambic; for a friend
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It's funny how a day just like any other can create feelings of dread for so many people. Iambic pentameter is bloody hard, so I'm sure there's quite a few places I buggered it up/forgot about it, but I'm pretty sure I at least got the structure and the line spacing appropriate for Shakespeare.
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