OctPoWriMo: Day 5

Shapes and Rhymes!! Oh bloody hell! I figured I would get to a day that would make me NOT want to follow the prompt to the letter. It happens every time. I usually get a bit further before I look at the poetic forms and/or the word prompts and say "FORGET IT!"

I am not one to give up so easily on a form, but the two forms are shape poetry. That involves writing a poem in the shape of the topic. It sounds easy, but you make to have a plan. I don't! Then there is Licentia Rhyme, and involves three stanzas and rhyme and 12 lines per stanza and 11 syllables per line. It is making my eyes cross and my shoulders twitch. 

~SIGH~

I need to  not be so, 'but do I need to write in that form today? sheeeesh!!' I am very much in that frame of mind, but I need a poem and refuse to write anything subpar. Soooooo....

The best use of this prompt  is brought about by a very usually dream. It was not scary, but very thorough journey through a time that I sometimes like to forget. It wasn't a particularly bad time, but I generally try to not think about it. Maybe, I need to...

It was a weird thing to suddenly bring up to my subconscious. I guess that means poetry fodder. Thanks OctPoWriMo. Leave me some love below, Dear Readers!

Topic: Healing / Poetic Form: Tanka

Surprise Fix

Not with a band-aid;

the process begins here, but

after time passing

you find a fall down rabbit

holes, healing you didn't need.

OctPoWriMo Day 2 and 3

OctPoWriMo: It didn't take me long to miss a day (and get behind). 

Today's entry will feature two poems; one from yesterday a haiku and  today's prompt which is free verse. To make it a little easier (for me) I am picking one word from each day's topics and will write about that. should be interesting... 

10/2/2020

Topic: EXPOSED / Poetic Form: HAIKU

Feeling quite exposed

Against elements I stand--

Winds stripping me bare.

10/3/2020

Topic: CHAOS / Poetic Form: Free Verse

In the swirling mass of media,

when the colours all appears to bleed together.

I find nothing is quite right.

Looking for an escape from 

reds and golds that pierce my eyes.

Wanting to cover myself in 

blues and silvers, 

so much cooler.

Dive in,

Dive into

the rainbow arching across the sky,

a panorama of ROY G BIV

and all the chaos you could expect

from a sixth grade art class.

Fall in,

Fall into

the last place you've been,

the clouds building before a storm

that is racing towards you,

after the longest drought you have experienced.

Curl up,

Curl in,

Curl around the pigments that

arch from your pencils and brushes,

absorbing into the paper;

falling into droplets that smear,

racing together, only to separate in a

Controlled Chaos.

Somewhere,

inside all of that there can be peace

woven together like a blanket, 

to keep you warm,

muffle the sounds,

find yourself after everything else is wrong.

I have not done a lot of free verse lately. It feels like that controlled chaos, unnatural. 

Then maybe I need to sort it all out...

...so I write something like what I just wrote. It's not perfect. I feel I need to revisit it, but there is something there, a controlled chaos. It is something that feels right, maybe not always, after all I do love my forms. Maybe though, it is right, right now. I will often scan the social media, watch the local news, seek out other sources to understand what is going on. Lately it makes me upset, angry, chaotic. I always find a way back to my own personal HOMEOSTATIS (there is a word for you all). It means steady state, or tending to a stable equilibrium. Poetry and music are means of homeostasis for me.

Morgan's prompt made me think how I process the chaos around me. There is plenty of chaos that is NOT controllable, so, maybe a little bit of my own controlled chaos is what I need (that felt good to type that out).

Please leave me a comment. How do you deal with the chaos / the controlled chaos around you?  

OctPoWriMo - Day 21 - Nothing Remains the Same (Daily Challenge)

Word Prompt: Change, Transformation, Balance, Stagnation, Adapt, Comfort zone, Complacency, Nostalgia

OctPoWriMo

Poetic Form: Abecedarian (Alphabet Poem)

Daily Challenge

Advantage none, and

before you think

consider this,

desire and 

effort

for those who want it--

get to work.

Hardly anything worthwhile

is easy.

Just remember that,

kindly and with

love that

mileage varies.

Nor should you forget this,

only you stand in your way.

Persevere,

quite simply is the

return to the point of beginning and

start again; if 

there's a course correction,

under the guise that you planned it that way.

Very likely that you did,

when you stop to think

e-actly where you are,

you can do this with 

zero true failure.

OctPoWriMo: Worth the Risk and the Poetry Corner

Poetry Prompt: What risk are you willing to take with your writing?

How do I view the risk to becoming a writer? I feel that the Blitz is really a very good form to express this idea. Blitzes go fast, pack a puunch , and get you thinking about the possibilities. 

Word Prompts: Exposed, Honesty, Chance

Possible Poetry Type to explore: Blitz poem from Shadow Poetry.

Come and visit the OctPoWriMo-ers at the Blog Hop and see what everyone else is writing about.

Worth the Risk

Words typed
Words written
Written down
Written true
True as can be
True as my heart
Heart's desire
Heart's full
Full of ideas
Full of drive
Drive to write
Drive to publish
Publish is my goal
Publish it can also be a fear
Fear of failure
Fear of success
Success means trying
Success mean challenge
Challenge me to write
Challenge the way
Way is the path traveled
Way to go
Go out and be
Go forth and create
Create new world
Create art
Art is the pulse
Art is the future
Future is planned
Future is spontaneous
Spontaneous is risky
Spontaneous makes us alive
Alive is what is want
Alive is the reason
Reason is because
Reason is mine
Mine is the choice
Mine is what I make
Make the choice
Make the risk
Risk it all
Risk is worth it
It is better to try
It is wrong to not
Not going to give in
Not going to say
Say it is true
Say what I want to be
Be...
True...

Now, today I want to go back to the poem I wrote last year for OctPoWriMo 10/13. It's a tri-fall about the colours of a sunset. And since its October and sunset tend to be more vibrant and way earlier in the day. I've learned a few more poetic forms and challenged myself to try different things. Hope you OctPoWriMo is going well. What form of poetry do you like the best, Dear Readers? Like the least? Free verse versus form?

Also, from last year's NaPoWriMo, I present a kenning poem. Where a word becomes a compound word to explain what it is, from the old Norse. It is from a time when people didn't have words for some things so they had to describe it to explain it to other people. Here I use Singing-Breath to represent the Wind and Heaven's Ball is the sun.

To Find the Paths

Walking along the Hard Path

With the Heaven’s Ball to light my way--

I am warmed,

Yet I was lost

Following the hard path along the Steel Jungle.

Here the steel trees

That house the world's denizens. 

All whom seem lost, 

But I am not lost.

I know where the Dirt Paths flow

The ones that lead to the old places

Of trees and Earth People.

I feel less alone with the Earth People,

Hearing the Singing Breaths

And feeling the Fingers of Heaven

Brush my face.

Here is my home,

Even though I live within 

The Steel Trees.

I always find my way back to

The Dirt Paths of the Earth People--

Once born to the Earth,

Forever of the Earth.

I follow of the Hard Paths, 

Which lead to the Dirt Paths

Once there you will always find the way.