Day 11 - Prompt: Letter to my Muse / Poetic Form: Didactic Poem
Letter to My Muse
grant me the words
to compose the sonnets
that graces my loves ears.
something out of nothing,
you know the drill,
with pen and paper
out down the needed script.
with labour pains no one else gets
contractions of nouns and verbs
breaths of adjectives
to still even the jauntiest of adverbs.
that didn't exist before
something that a writer
can be proud of.
Day 12 - Prompt: Silliness / Poetic Form: Haiku (I am not too keen on the forms today, so I am doing an old standby favourite)
Post Office Steps
Remember the steps
The sound I made when I fell down--
that's right, you're laughing.
Been having trouble staying on task this month, and I am a little disappointed that I not not trying more forms. It is still early, maybe I can make something of it by mid month. Or maybe I need to aim my focus on a bit of spoopy Halloween goodness? Maybe a bit of both? I am not sure. It feels that when I get a foothold on something stable, well then the carpet gets pulled out from under me. It is all a long story, nothing to bore you with. I have been struggling, pretty hardcore this month. I do like some of my output, just feeling like I am not giving it a complete chance.
Do you ever feel like that, Dear Readers? Leave me a comment, and thank you!