Day 15 - I decided to go back a bit to the pantoum which was suggested on Day 13 and brainstorm using the steps in today's prompt.
Step 1: Dealing with my day job (which is different than my real job)
Step 2: College, Post College (your 30s), the After (40s); The Faceless Old Woman who Secretly Lives in Your Home" Fink and Cranor; Pinky finger, Middle toe, and Middle of your back
Step 3: Upon reading "The Faceless Old Woman..." I discovered a tickle in the middle of my back. It would only happen when I would read. I didn't notice it until I was pointing my pinky finger at the word Andre, and then my flexing my middle toe. The tickle would grow until I had to put the book down. I then felt alone and desired the book in my hands once again...
Prompt: See above ^^^^ / Poetic Form: Pantoum
Sensing
I seek an escape from the daily
when I can no longer deal with the repetition
and my fingers begin to itch for
the printed paper and feel the velvet of the cover.
When I can longer deal with the repetition
I crack open the spine to see
the printed paper and feel the velvet of the cover
and there it was, in the middle of my back.
I crack open the spine to see
the name Andre, just above my pinky finger
and there it was...in the middle of my back
a gently tickle racing along
the name Andre, just above my pinky finger
and I am stretching my feet, my toes--
a gently tickle racing along
my spine, I drop my book.
And I am stretching my feet, my toes
watching the book tented on my bed,
my spine, I drop my book
I feel so very alone.
Watching the book tented on my bed
and my fingers begin to itch for...
I feel so very alone--
I seek an escape from the daily.
This is what Night Vale does to me! I actually had a lot of fun writing this poem. The exercises were more helpful than I originally thought. I am pretty pleased.
Day 16 - This one is simple, simple because I will it to be so. Also, due to to lateness of the hour I am finding it difficult to want to attempt to rhyme. Speaking of 'Lateness of the Hour' which is a Twilight Zone episode, I think I will use that in my prompt too.
Prompt: Indigo, Vermillion, Dusk, "The Lateness of the Hour" / Poetic Form: Haiku
Hungry?
When long past the hour
and the skies turned tangerine--
dusk is fruit salad
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