Prompt:Strong - What comes to mind when you hear the word "strong"? Here are some of
my thoughts: strong storm, strong body, strong spirit, strong drink...
I always come back to the pantoum. It's a song-like form, with its repetition and their something smoothing in the repetition. I can take pretty much any topic and write a pantoum. Hell, I want to do a month long challenge of pantoums now. I am such a poetry geek, Dear Readers.
This poem was inspired by my choice to life a deliberate life and face my fears. I remember being unafraid of a lot things, but as I grew older I started to become more afraid. Of course, I will always be afraid of centipedes and have a healthy respect for heights. But now I am going to face my fears, s of which include getting my children's book published, write a full stage play, and get at least one short story (hopefully more) published somewhere.
Today's poem is to inspire youm Dear Readers to find the lively with you and to not be afraid to be that, whatever it is!
I can't do forms this late at night and with too much in my head. So, I am free versing it tonight. I used to be the queen of free verse. Okay that was back in school. But I always preferred free verse to poetic forms, as I got older I started to appreciate sonnets, kyrielles, dimantes, blitzes, etheree, and like. Now I like both ways, each side of the same coins. I have said it before, I love forms, but tonight I adore free verse. It's freeing!
Onto the prompt. Not much I can say. there is a lot in my head lately. And because of that I turn to poetry to speak for me. It's late and I need to sleep. Today's prompt is like divine providence, coming at the right time. I just cannot write a full post about it tonight, Dear Readers. Armed with "Unfold", my mentor's words, some of my own, and some Lindsey Stirling I present... Pain's Journey
It is a journey,
like any journey,
to master one's personal pain.
Some say that pain
is just weakness leaving the body.
How true those masters speak.
And, I say,
pain is real,
and not permanent.
Open your eyes,
see the future unfold before you--
there,
through pain
you are born
into a world;
within pain,
you live
in a world--
between scrapped knees
and broken hearts;
beyond pain,
you'renot freed yet;
one still has to pass through
the gates
where pain lives,
to unfurl wings and
fly
after you have fallen.
Word Prompts: opening, event, feelings, paper, discovery
Writing about spirals tonight. How appropriate! How life can spiral, down, out, up, and around, or away from you. I got a little deep tonight. I got some rough news and while processing it I wrote this poem. Writing, poetry heals the broken they sometimes say. This is very true for me, Dear Readers. I write my pain way (well, not all. But, its a start, and it keeps it from staying in my head, which is the worst place for it). Writing has helped me cope with a lot of life changes and personal growth. I also, love to be around my people when sad, or frustrated. So going to do something, like a movie, riding a carousel, colouring, geeking out to favourite TV shows, talking about books, for example.
Out of pain comes beauty transformed; means make good art! So, am making good art through my pain.
How do you cope with bad news, or personal tragedy? "What we choose to focus on becomes the story of our lives, and there is always something good to make the object of that focus--even it's a single memory of victory. Let that become the beginning of your personal mythology." ~James A. Owen
Anywhooo...I am more confident with today's poem. I wasn't sure I could pull it off. Also, I am not in the rhyming mood, so I free wrote tonight and free versed the poem. I think it helped much, as my coffee break between my writing blitz and my poem writing cleared my head, thus I have more space with which to bounce ideas around in. I also kept the universe theme, although I depicted more of a world than a universe. But, its okay, Dear Readers, I like it better this way.
Day 8 (but labeled as Day 7) Prompt: Porous (Free Write/Free Verse)
Word Prompts: pervious, cellular, lucid, coherent, explicit
Minds can be porous, especially when you are thinking about some fifteen different things. I knw my brain gets very porous, especially when I am stressed. It's like stress makes holes in your brain, and then the water leaks out and you become dry, parched, thirsty.
Dream World
Lucid moments,
where walls are like pudding
and chairs are made of clouds,
you know you've thought about it before.
The playground of the soul
where porous thoughts drift
through the grey matter;
stories of knights riding to slay dragons,
or pirates seeking buried treasure
and the possibilities are endless
for the storytellers
after the sleeper has awaken,
left confused by what their cellular mind concocts;
Well, today's my day, Dear Readers. I had zero muse work today and somehow still managed to write something with a little whimsy, or at least amusing to read. Sticking with my universe theme, I had to stretch this one a bit. I hope there's something that make you giggle, or at least smile.
I went with free write tonight. I just couldn't wrap my brain around rhyming and Rondels, which are actually fun to write. If I get inspired I will try to write one before OctPoWriMo is up.
So, what foods are so tasty that they are out of this world delicious, Dear Readers? I love anything with cheese, especially cheesecake. Leave me a comment below and happy writing...
that dinner is like a universe,
entrees and desserts
circling the table,
being passed around
like comets across the dining room.
A mini Milky Way?
Pungent odors,
stretching across
of liver--
not my favourite;
or maybe,
delightfully simple
as in Mac n Cheese.
My mouth waters just thinking about,
a food-a-verse at the table.
Enjoy the satellites
of manna
and eat your peas,
chew your bread,
and remember,
nobody likes okra.
Its like the black hole
of side dishes.
In keeping with my universe theme I borrowed the idea that the (my) body is like its own (my) universe; a whole system controlling a much larger system. The body and the brain, two halves of one whole. So, I took that and played with the poetic form, the Diamante, a diamond shape that starts with one idea and flows into the complete opposite. The two halves of a person, and what skin (body) and mind mean, and VIOLA!! I also free wrote a little verse about the universal body-mind.
Possibilities: What do you find tantalizing? What has provoked your interest or desire recently? Free write for ten minutes answering those questions or some of your own.
I love the feeling of certain sweaters or my black dancer pants. The softness make my skin tingle. Sunlight on my skin, after a long summer of being outdoors and active. My skin is wonderful and tantalizing when its been outside and moisturized and I run my fingers along my arms. Its sacred sometimes...
Tell me, what do you thinks constitutes a universe? Leave me a comment below...
