I never put trigger warnings in my posts, but I will for this one. TW: mental illness, suicide This was inspired by the official NaPoWriMo prompt, which is “to write a poem that poses a series of questions” (I hope this fits) and also the Weekly Scribblings prompt about liminal space. In case you’re wondering, I actually feel better after writing this. I thought maybe I shouldn’t post, but I couldn’t resist responding to 2 prompts at once. 🙂
NaPowriMo 2021, day 6. I’m not particularly happy with anything I wrote today. I had a difficult day, so most of the poems reflect that. I try to keep things positive or at least have them end on a hopeful note. So I guess I can thank my friends for helping get me out of the pit (or, I can thank my “crew” so that I can link to FOWC 🙂 ). I am going to cheat a little bit and post this thing I wrote 5 days ago about the sunset:
Vespertine sunset colors
Sky into a celebration:
A last hurrah,
A gorgeous evening gown,
So costly and only
The alarm incessantly dings, and it seems the Clock is chiming, “It’s time for a change!” A huge task: A plethora of aspects Could use revising; life might seem strange. Yet even small changes feel the same. It’s certainly time for me to stop Feeling pained, drained, and afraid.
This week’s paint-chip poetry prompt is a free-write, with only three paint chips: heirloom tomato, stepping stone, and grandma’s hydrangeas. I wrote this poem as a response and also inspired by this prompt about weather.