OctPoWriMo: Day 4

 Topic: Falling / Poetic Form: Blitz Poem

I leave this as a self-explanatory expression of today's post at OctPoWriMo. Blitz poems are best written quick and dirty. Start with a topic or word and just write. It is easiest for me to just write when I am considering a Blitz Poem. Today I am writing, editing, and cleaning. Not the best use of a lazy Sunday, but it does bring quite of bit of inspiration to the table. Simply put, enjoy, Dear Readers! Also, leave me comment, please.

 

How It Feels To Fall

Cannot keep from

Cannot will into existence

Existence is the now

Existence is a struggle

Struggle to keeping going

Struggle to stray afloat

Afloat on a stormy sea

Afloat  away from land

Land on ground

Land on stability

Stability I don't always have

Stability, I can't always feel

Feel like I am falling

Feel an overwhelming

Overwhelming sense

Overwhelming drive

Drive to do

Drive away

Away from the chaos

Away from anything

Anything that makes me feel

Anything that I fear

Fear what I cannot control

Fear what I am

Am I even?

Am I not?

Not sure of anything that is happening

Not going to stop the process

Process what I have/need

Process the next step

Step lightly.

Step now!

Now is the time

Now I recognize

Recognize what I need

Recognize what I want

Want to move forward

Want to not move

Moving seems contradictory

Moving requires energy

Energy I don't have

Energy that I need

Need to eat

Need to write

Write it down

Write it here

Here I start

Here I finish

Finish

Start

  

OctoPoWriMo Day #16: (when I fall)

Suggested Poetry Form: Terzanelle  which is a 19-line poem with the following rhyme patter, and (A,B,A - b, C, B - c, D, C - d, E, D - E, F, E - f, A, F, A), and a choice of two different endings (#1 - f, A, F, A or #2 - f, F, A, A).

Word Prompts: strength, vulnerable, insight, bonds, obstacles

Dear Readers, today brought a lot of thoughts to my grey matter, a lot of which wasn't always the most pleasant. Sometimes writing isn't happy, sometimes it is sad, or at least reflective. Today's poem is very reflective of the last month and a half. When I thought of today's prompt, I thought about the moments before you fall. Those moments when you think you are safe, but then there comes the fall. What thoughts are running through your head as the fall grows closer, or apparent?

I hope you leave with a bit of hope at the poem's fall, Dear Readers. A fall, I think, most of us has experienced at one time or other.

Bound Within

Bound within my own chains

In this prison of my own,

bound within my own chains.

So much more prone

to the failings of the World

in this prison of my own.

Where I often lie curled

in a haven of my creation

to the failings of the World.

Set guard the Gryphon,

to keep my peace safe

in a haven of my creation.

When come the smallest waif

to break my guard and

to keep my peace safe.

It will make a stand

bound within my own chains

to break my guard and

bound within my own chains.