I write better when not rushed. I also write better when I let myself go. The Blitz Poem is proof of that. Pretty sure that is what I needed. Well, probably a lot more than just writing, but it is a start and I definitely feel better. I also really enjoy the organic nature of the Blitz; with it starting out doing one thing and becoming something else by the end. I hope you re enjoying my poetic endevours this month, Dear Readers. I was not sure I would make it, or that I would barely make it, but today proved my wrong. I love when I can prove me wrong.
Leave me a comment below; and have a brilliant day!
Day 25-
Prompt: Chaos
In the Making
An authoritative stew,
mixing the ingredients
the workers,
the time,
the energy,
only to have it boil over
or worst, to be burnt.
It is a science
and like some mad scientist
adding and stirring,
making a rules stew.
It can be too salty
or too bland.
I never know how my rules stew will
turn out,
like now I feel the scorched carrots
and potatoes.
There is no flavour
and I am now starving,
maybe it is time for a
can of Creamed D'Rules
for lunch.
That is hard to swallow.
Day 26
Prompt: Abnormal / Poetic Form: Blitz Poem
Perceptions (Call me Abbi...)
I don't like
I am not
not like anyone
not fitting into the mold
mold me in your image
mold the clay
clay feels cold
clay is malleable
malleable as anything
malleable as my soul
soul in youth is considered
soul grown up is set
set in it's way
set down in writing
writing the word down
writing the feelings
feelings are not in control
feeling a real
real in this sense
real to me
Me, I still feel
Me, I still am
Am I real
Am I here
here is the logic
here I stand
stand against the storm
stand up
up in the rafters
up away for it all
all is for naught
all is what I have left
left alone
left over
over the moon
over it all
all the is left
all that I know
know that maybe...
know that I am wrong
wrong in being
wrong in form
form the words
form the tears
tears in my eyes
tears in my mind
eyes
mind
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