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Creativity

Wil Wheaton stated a fantastic idea in the last Radio Free Burrito: do something creative everyday for 31 days. Feeling withered creatively, this seems an excellent course of action. Earlier (this morning), I broke out my Moleskine, grabbed one of my old poetry texts and determined to write from the first form that appeared before me. First on the page was the tanka, cousin to the haiku.

  Collective mind
  Growing within our hands, bright
  Blast of knowledge, linked
  Massive data together
  Knowledge not equal wisdom.

Shifting to haiku:


  Data, data, ow!
  Burns my brain, searing knowledge
  Not understanding

Lastly, and most challenging, was limerick. Not being in the most humor-centric of moods, I thought that, perhaps, limerick doesnā€™t need to be funny.

  Silliness, sunlightā€™s love, joyfully
  Exploring starlit air, blue above sky
  Into the park the go,
  Childā€™s play, just fun, sunā€™s glow.
  Building, today, a beautiful life of joy

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