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.
Topic: My Romantic Life
Inspiration Words: Your, Gentle, Gorgeous
I Love Your gorgeous,
on my body.
Topic: A Desire For
Inspiration Words: Desperate, Ouch, Doctor
Doctor! Doctor! you are so eagerly
wrapped up in your desire for
me to feel
you ignore it
when I scream
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.
What’s your tirade about?
Topic: A Tirade About
Inspiration Words: Wet, Ugly, Precise
when the earth is dying and ugly
will you remember the precise
location you stood when wave after wet wave of
ocean water rushed onto your land?
come to the halfway point. How are your poems coming along?
Today’s creative inspiration is:
Topic: A Reflection On
Inspiration Words: Sleeping, Glorious, Limbs
Hope you find something in here that inspires you!
my husband tells me I twitch / my body not mine / lead limbs / as I climb a tree / sleeping limbs stretching / toward dark-leafed branches / one half of my brain watching myself / as I climb myself / gloriously upward toward a canopy of stars / paralyzed while cozy- / ily wrapped up snug / though my mind / keeps moving / ever forward / a comet with an icy hot sparkling tail
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.
How do you feel about your career?
Topic: My Work Life
Inspiration Words: Consume, Wild, Fathom.
Can you fathom / a self loathing so serious / you’d want to become a writer? / To consume yourself / with wild notions / of possible successes? / Fame?/ Fortune? /
Literary importance? / To change someone’s life with your words? / Such hubris can only belong to one / on the roller coaster of pain / twisting with an ego that keeps repeating, / “You can do it!”