Daily Journal

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This a saga of my everyday life.

Today, I woke early to get the glimpse of the sun rise. The sun in crimson was a poetic painting. I heard the sensual poetry of the twittering and cooing birds. I became full of gratitude for the beautiful day that God has created. I love living in art of life called poetic consciousness. I admire beauty with the soul of a poet. I was fortunate to take online classes for my students. Soon the day started progressing like a speedy metaphor. I have a relaxed and laid-back life. The midday sun stood like a Bohemian Rastafarian. Time became a melody of thoughts. My thoughts are flowing in the Cubism of Streams of consciousness. The evening was an opera of clouds dancing in purple, orange and crimson colors. The clouds resembled Picasso’s cubist abstracts. Soon night has set in lying a man wooing a slut. I went to the chicken coop and closed all the chickens and here I am on the computer writing a saga of my everyday life.


Submitted: July 12, 2021

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