This life gave you nothing,
it only made time pass.
Every photograph is a question.
Is it a rainbow or a cloud?
Chickens still cross the road
even when there’s no other side.
Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 28:
Try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.
Sentence one is a quote from Knausgaard (whoever that is!) and the last sentence is a paraphrasing of a lyric from the Volcano Suns’ Sea Cruise.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Washing Away The Dust Of Life
The cosmos may seem complicated
We’re infinitely small amongst the whole
Nature tells us that life is simply stated
Your thoughts are within your own control