Direct Poetic Mindfulness

"Dwell in my heart rusted soldier of my own decay. Let not the bubbling of my bored abandon thrive on your morsel stew." 

I put two sentences into a direct frame, poetic frame, and a mindfulness frame. It was quite interesting to attempt the different voices.

DIRECT

I’m bored. Sun’s out. Don’t feel like doing anything.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Get out there and do something. Free yourself.

POETIC

I sit here bored. The sun transposes my head with variegated wisdom. Bubbling forth with sad abandon. 

Dwell in my heart rusted soldier of my own decay. Let not the bubbling of my bored abandon thrive on your morsel stew. Taste it. Feel it. Consider the darkness in your taste and smell. Repent! Embrace exploding beams of light. Free yourself.

MINDFULNESS

I’m sitting here so bored. The sun’s out so just deciding what to do. So many choices.

Just make a choice!

Well that would be the wise thing but who am I kidding. I’m just not up for it. Feeling a bit down. Why bother?

Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself. Your bored but don’t let things get you down. Something’s better than nothing. At least give it a go. You always look at the glass half empty. Try looking on the bright side of things for a change. Free yourself.

Dezzie 2022

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