We have reached the final day of the challenge,
and I have to say I’m happy with how things turned out. While I didn’t manage to post every day, I did create 10 new poems, without worrying if
they are perfect or even good. It was fun to just create, something, no strings attached. I hope you have had fun reading along and possibly creating your own poetry from the prompts. I’ll probably do this again some time. I’ll see if I can find a new prompting method to experiment with on the next round of the challenge.
Day 9
Topic: My Romantic Life
Inspiration Words: Your, Gentle, Gorgeous
I Love Your gorgeous,
gentle hands
on my body.
Day 10
Topic: A Desire For
Inspiration Words: Desperate, Ouch, Doctor
Doctor! Doctor! you are so eagerly
desperately
wrapped up in your desire for
me to feel
better
better
better
you ignore it
when I scream
“ouch!”
at your touch
Hello! I got an interesting bunch of words today. I’m particularly pleased how this poem turned out. It’s fun to do a bit of ranting now and then, especially when you’re feeling mostly helpless about a situation.
Today’s prompt was sort of too accurate for my liking. As I’ve been spending time focusing on trying to get my career as a writer off the ground, I have found that every Monday I struggle because it’s the start of a new work week and I have no idea if the work I produce is of value, is wanted, is going to succeed. A piece of good news here and there has been what’s kept me going for the past seven years. I was still in school for most of that and it seemed like a bonus to have something published. The past two years I have been really trying to consciously make becoming a writer my career. Sometimes I am full of hope, more often I wonder what the hell I’m doing? Should I just give up and try doing something else? What would that something else be? I think this poem reflects these feelings.
Whitney Sweet 