For FOWC: Cathartic, I have an acrostic poem. Sometimes, what is really cathartic for me is to type a free-verse, ridiculously-honest, stream-of-consciousness poem into a draft but then not to post it. When that happens, I’m often tempted to post it anyway, but in the end I decide not to let my freak-flag fly that much. 🙂 Another thing that I find cathartic is to throw ice cubes outside, into the concrete, while yelling about whatever is bothering me. It’s actually rather fun, although I usually do it when I’m alone so that I don’t get any weird looks from my family.
Cry And rage, Taking aim, Helping Acrid Rancid emotions Taper Into a Calmer stage.
Drink in the heady mix of this moment, Entirely yours for an instant: Let come whatever may, though Intention always consists of Gladness, in whatever form to find Happiness, for this thin slice of Time.
For today’s FOWC, the word is “vitriol.” I was thinking about the idea of wealth and wrote this acrostic. There are also other prompts that I wanted to try to do today, but I’m not getting anything remotely post-worthy.
What can any man take with him, when he Ends his tenure on Earth? His soul in its condition is All — no clothes nor masks with which to hide; Lies become as nothing. Any vitriolic bravado loses its Teeth, becoming weak, for truth is strong. Heed this warning before too long.
Eventually for all of us, this Ubiquitous ceasing of earthly Life arrives — what is left behind? One’s family, friends, one’s love, Good memories and a gracious state: Yesterday’s gone; what words live today?