Day 13: Come, River Ether (Free Write)

Prompt: Flowing (Free Write)

Word Prompts: slide, emanate, continuation, pressure, rhythm

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I believe the ruling force of the universe consists of a river of energy, or Ether. A spirit element that brought life to the void, the chaos (like Yahweh, or other Deities of your choice). This energy--I believe--is part of what artists tap in to to create, so along with their own experiences and knowledge, the ether is a inspiring force. Much like the Greeks believed in the Muses, goddesses that inspired mankind to write beautiful poem, carve great structures, weave soft fabric, sing powerful songs, so is this Ether.

I love the image of the Ether being a river, flowing through the world, heavens, universe. It is something we are connected to and I was inspired to write words that express this belief, concept, idea. Of the River Ether, that beats of the life force, creative forces that rules this universe/world.

What, Dear Readers, it is that inspires you? What is the driving force behind your creativity? How do you get inspired when you haven't been inspired in a long time?

from MorgueFile

Come, River Ether

A beat--

drumming,

thrumming,

A chant--

leading your head into a rhythmic pulse.

Its where to find the flow,

your flow

within the river ether--

that drives the universe.

Easy to find,

Easy to lose, 

never truly far away,

only when you feel lost is it far away,

but you only have to listen,

just listen

for the beat,

the thrum,

the pulse

and once again

you will be swimming in the river,

bathing,

cleansing your soul,

your mind,

and thus creating

something out of the flow.

Dy 12: Coming Strong (Tetractys)

Prompt: Strong - What comes to mind when you hear the word "strong"? Here are some of my thoughts: strong storm, strong body, strong spirit, strong drink...

Poetic Form: Tetractys

Word Prompts: strong, resilient, powerful, distinct, forceful, determined

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Simply put, I am powerful and will not be held back, especially by my own self, Dear Readers!

From MorgueFile

The Coming Storm

Strong,

Measured,

Within you

Only what you make.

Forceful and resilient I will be,

When I hear my call echoing outward,

As a storm builds.

Rolling in--

Distinct.

Here.

Quiet!

A moment

And I will

Not be held back.

The more determined at my chosen course,

With the waves at my back I sail ahead.

Heartbeat pulsing

Here comes the

Storm front

Me.

Day 11: Spirited She (Lively / Pantoums)

Prompt: Lively/ Word Prompts: spirited, gutsy, determined, feisty, zealous  (Poetic Form - Pantoum)

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I always come back to the pantoum. It's a song-like form, with its repetition and their something smoothing in the repetition. I can take pretty much any topic and write a pantoum. Hell, I want to do a month long challenge of pantoums now. I am such a poetry geek, Dear Readers.

This poem was inspired by my choice to life a deliberate life and face my fears. I remember being unafraid of a lot things, but as I grew older I started to become more afraid. Of course, I will always be afraid of centipedes and have a healthy respect for heights. But now I am going to face my fears, s of which include getting my children's book published, write a full stage play, and get at least one short story (hopefully more) published somewhere.

Today's poem is to inspire youm Dear Readers to find the lively with you and to not be afraid to be that, whatever it is!

from MorgueFile

Lively - Stimulating and invigorating: a lively breeze (one of many definitions)

Spirited She

Be fleet of spirit, she danced  down halls

unafraid of being feisty she was

this was who she was,

a force to be reckoned with.

Unafraid of being feisty she was,

yet still shy and unassuming--

a force to be reckoned with

though she did not know it.

Yet still shy and unassuming--

a test she had to pass

though she did not know it,

as she continued along her path.

A test she had to pass

with questions drawn from everywhere

as she continued along her path

taking with her knowledge gathered.

With questions drawn from everywhere--

tears  she cried and laughter sprang,

taking with her knowledge gathered

to fight battles much larger than she.

Tears she cried and laughter sprang,

A new determination grew

to fight battles much larger than she

and now afraid to reveal her lively nature.

A new determination grew,

squashed the fears so rightly grown

and now afraid to reveal her lively nature,

she knew she had to at long last

squashed the fears so rightly grown,

this was who she was.

She knew she had to at long last

Be fleet of spirit, she danced  down halls.

Day 10: Pain's Journey (Free Verse)

Prompt: Unfold (Free Verse night)

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I can't do forms this late at night and with too much in my head. So,  I am free versing it tonight. I used to be the queen of free verse. Okay that was back in school. But I always preferred free verse to poetic forms, as I got older I started to appreciate sonnets, kyrielles, dimantes, blitzes, etheree, and like. Now I like both ways, each side of the same coins. I have said it before, I love forms, but tonight I adore free verse. It's freeing!

Onto the prompt. Not  much I can say. there is a lot in my head lately. And because of that I turn to poetry to speak for me. It's late and I need to sleep. Today's prompt is like divine providence, coming at the right time. I just cannot write a full post about it tonight, Dear Readers. Armed with "Unfold", my mentor's words, some of my own, and some Lindsey Stirling I present...

Pain's Journey

It is a journey,

like any journey,

to master one's personal pain.

Some say that pain

is just weakness leaving the body.

How true those masters speak.

And, I say, 

pain is real,

and not permanent. 

Open your eyes,

see the future unfold before you--

there,

through pain

you are born 

into a world;

within pain,

you live

in a world--

between scrapped knees 

and broken hearts;

beyond pain,

you'renot freed yet;

one still has to pass through

the gates 

where pain lives,

to unfurl wings and 

fly 

after you have fallen.

Word Prompts: opening, event, feelings, paper, discovery

Day 9: Spirals (Cascades again, YAY!!)

Prompt: Spirals (Poetic Form: Cascades)

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*photos from MorgueFile.

Writing about spirals tonight. How appropriate! How life can spiral, down, out, up, and around, or away from you. I got a little deep tonight. I got some rough news and while processing it I wrote this poem. Writing, poetry heals the broken they sometimes say. This is very true for me, Dear Readers. I write my pain way (well, not all. But, its a start, and it keeps it from staying in my head, which is the worst place for it). Writing has helped me cope with a lot of life changes and personal growth. I also, love to be around my people when sad, or frustrated. So going to do something, like a movie, riding a carousel, colouring, geeking out to favourite TV shows, talking about books, for example.

Out of pain comes beauty transformed; means make good art! So, am making good art through my pain.

How do you cope with bad news, or personal tragedy?

"What we choose to focus on becomes the story of our lives, and there is always something good to make the object of that focus--even it's a single memory of victory. Let that become the beginning of your personal mythology."  ~James A. Owen

The Path Chosen

Down the winding stair

passing all the other floors,

as downward I go.

Its a helix spiraling,

running parallel with fate,

down the winding stair.

I know I must travel

this path that I lay before me,

passing all the other floors.

My journey, not yet over

There is much more,

as downward I go.

Day 7 (though its actually 8): Porous Poetry

I can't believe I labeled day 7 as Day 8! I must have been asleep at the wheel...

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Anywhooo...I am more confident with today's poem. I wasn't sure I could pull it off. Also, I am not in the rhyming mood, so I free wrote tonight and free versed the poem. I think it helped much, as my coffee break between my writing blitz and my poem writing cleared my head, thus I have more space with which to bounce ideas around in. I also kept the universe theme, although I depicted more of a world than a universe. But, its okay, Dear Readers, I like it better this way.

Day 8 (but labeled as Day 7) Prompt: Porous (Free Write/Free Verse)

Word Prompts: pervious, cellular, lucid, coherent, explicit

From MorgueFile

Minds can be porous, especially when you are thinking about some fifteen different things. I knw my brain gets very porous, especially when I am stressed. It's like stress makes holes in your brain, and then the water leaks out and you become dry, parched, thirsty. 

Dream World

Lucid moments,

where walls are like pudding 

and chairs are made of clouds,

you know you've thought about it before.

The playground of the soul

where porous thoughts drift

through the grey matter;

stories of knights riding to slay dragons,

or pirates seeking buried treasure

and the possibilities are endless

for the storytellers

after the sleeper has awaken,

left confused by what their cellular mind concocts;

only then can my mind play

with those possibilities

into poem or play,

or novelization.

It funny what my mind,

what it dreams up for me to write about.

Day 8: Food-a-verse and Free Write

Have you ever just couldn't get into a topic?

Well, today's my day, Dear Readers. I had zero muse work today and somehow still managed to write something with a little whimsy, or at least amusing to read. Sticking with my universe theme, I had to stretch this one a bit. I hope there's something that make you giggle, or at least smile.

I went with  free write tonight. I just  couldn't wrap my brain around rhyming and Rondels, which are actually fun to write. If I get inspired I will try to write one before OctPoWriMo is up.

So, what foods are so tasty that they are out of this world delicious, Dear Readers? I love anything with cheese, especially cheesecake. Leave me a comment below and happy writing...

*photos from MorgueFile

A Milky Way Galaxy

Ever stop to think

that dinner  is like a universe,
entrees and desserts
circling the table,
being passed around
like comets across the dining room.
A mini Milky Way?

Pungent odors,
stretching across
of liver--
not my favourite;
or maybe,
delightfully simple
as in Mac n Cheese.
My mouth waters just thinking about,
a food-a-verse at the table.

Enjoy the satellites
of manna
and eat your peas,
chew your bread,
and remember,
nobody likes okra.
Its like the black hole
of side dishes.