Day of Dance, Drones & Decima
Happy Saturday. It was a little chilly here today, but the sun was out, and we weren't experiencing the epic snowstorms the northeast is experiencing today. Nonetheless, we've had to cover our gardens with tarps to help them weather the frost.
Today was to be Shimmy Mob. Tomorrow I will have photos to post to honor the women and children in crisis in my own community. I did dance, but no photos yet...
The most important thing for me today was the meeting with Team Drone. They turned in their final project about my drone business. Great points! Some of them (ouch) were painfully true, but they also gave me some new avenues to explore. My big thing now is...do I want to be a drone hobbyist, or do I want this to be a legitimate business? This pandemic is giving me way too many things to think about.
And decima? The rule of threes says that things that come in a trio are more memorable and satisfying. If they also fall in line with alliteration, you struck gold. In my case, it might be fools' gold, but I decided to round out the Ds with a new poetry form I wasn't familiar with. Today I chose the decima, which is a 10-line poem with 8 syllables per line in the following rhyme pattern:
I truly sought out a poem that DIDN'T relate to the pandemic, but pandemic poetry I got. Not my best work (and I took some creative license), but it came much more easily than I anticipated with a strict rhyme and syllable scheme.
On Wednesday, I watched the parade
Teachers, students, a grand tribute
A strange time, we cannot refute
Being safe is more than a grade
When memories refuse to fade
Communities come together
And in unison we weather
What tomorrow has yet to bring
We hope for only this one thing
That our future looks much better