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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

OctPoWriMo Day 15: The Halfway Home Stretch

I tried something different. Tried writing this morning. I wasn't going to try the suggest writing form. Not because I didn't want to, but because I just wanted to write. Alas, or maybe fortunately I opted to start writing a diatelle. At a rather structured form with strict meter, I was thinking a bit over my head. But I had to try it. After all that's what these prompts are for, right?


I usually will pick the words, quotes, pictures, and/or poetic forms that pique my curiosity and inspire me. Even when I don't really feel like pushing myself, I will often try something new, especially if it is a new form. Today's prompt was (at first one) one that I was thinking of going my own way on. I wasn't super inspired when I sat down to write this morning, even after I started writing using the prompt words, I felt lost. so, I went to the day job and throughout the morning I filled in the blank. It is certainly not exactly like the prompt suggested, but I am rather pleased.

Thinking also, as I am submitting some of these poems, that revision is not a back thing. A few of my earlier poem from the month got tweaked a bit. Do you, Dear Readers (and Writers of Poetry) revise your poems? I used to revise A LOT of my high school and early college poetry; and besides grammatical and spelling errors my poems don't change much. I was wondering if i should consider revising my poems, maybe 1 or 2 days after they are written. Some feel right and I don't to change them, but there are always a few that I wonder about. Input?

Writing Prompt: What comes to mind for you when you hear the word halfway? 

Word Prompts: Love, Halfway, Stuck, Middle

Poetry Form: Diatelle
      Rhyme Scheme: a,b,b,c,b,c,c,a,c,c,b,c,b,b,a             Meter Scheme: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1

Love's Master

Love.
Unseen.
You will glean
Only after
You accept having been
Once halfway across to anger.
Where you were stuck firmly within darker--
The emotions that lay rooted hereandabove,
A shining beacon in the void. Stronger
than deepest dreams often figure.
Still it shines glowing green,
Hardly fainter.
The Middle Queen
Quite keen
Of...

From MorgueFile
Other OctPoWriMo-er here!

2 comments:

  1. I love to poem, and I laud your willingness to brave the form! Great job!!

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  2. Thank you for the beautiful poem!

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