I’m really relating to this quotation this week. You might have noticed, based on most of my recent posts.
Thanks to Linda G. Hill for hosting One-Liner Wednesday.
I decided to join in One-Liner Wednesday this week, and here is mine:
Squeeze
Into
A tight space
With walls so close
Threatening to crush
I cannot breathe
I’m running
Out of
Air
I aspire to post again today because there are plenty of other prompts, and this one is rather dark, kind of like yesterday’s. While writing it this morning and again when typing it up just now, I physically felt the constriction and some difficulty with breathing freely. I also aspire to allow the emotions to come through in my writing, and to write on subjects that do not expire but can stay relevant, no matter when the poem is read. With any luck, I will be inspired to write several more poems today or at least to finish the 4 that I have started. 🙂
It’s that time of week again: Paint-Chip Poetry at the last minute! This week, Linda is challenging us to write a Sestina, a word that strikes fear into poets everywhere 😳 (or maybe just me). I have finished only 2 sestinas in my entire life, and I actually liked one of them! I meant to start this poem earlier, but all I did was look at the paint chips:
In my twenties I am still a novice at life.
It’s certainly not the composition I’d imagined
When I was a little kid, naive and not so broken.
Give me a hint as to how to have more to show,
Other than writing a million poems with countless rhymes,
While trying to take it one day at a time.
Today I had the welcome opportunity to go to a café again and write poems. That brings my total for today to 9 poems so far, although their artistic merit is dubious. DVerse introduced me / everyone to a new poetry form: the Zéjel. It sounded like fun, and it was. This is just a beginning, though, because I think it needs at least 1 or 2 more quatrains. As an added challenge, I used Linda’s paint chips and her simile prompt to help me come up with a topic for my zéjel. The paint chips did not easily suggest a topic, but I figured, “When in doubt, write about Jesus.” LOL I’m glad to have gotten this opportunity to try a new form (and to smash together 4 prompts in one post).
A poem, of dubious merit, for FOWC: Duplicitous and MVB: Quiet. Perhaps I will respond to another prompt again, later tonight.
The quiet ones
Are those you
Have to worry about:
Rarely speaking
Does not mean
Rarely thinking,
And who knows?
We might have
Very duplicitous minds.
This is a poem. Using fragments. For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt. The new one comes out tomorrow morning. So I am posting this just in time. 🙂
Journeying, searching,
Seeking a worthy muse.
Walking through desert’s
Endless dunes.
Will fresh-sqeezed
Brain juice yield an idea?
Are brain waves airy
As cotton candy,
And just as substantially
Void? See, a frown…
Look, the nose
Of a clown!
This is a décima for this week’s challenge from Ronovan Writes. We are supposed to use the word “oops” in one of the C rhyme lines. Since a new challenge will be posted tomorrow, it would definitely be an “oops” not to write and post one today. 🙂 I did almost forget about it. Also for FOWC: Poor and MVB: Fondness.
Despite fondness to post and write,
Feeling like writing is my core,
Of much time to write I feel poor
Sometimes, all spent, out of sight.
To use time well is oft a fight,
More often than not, I say “Oops!”
But quickly hawk-like my mind swoops
Upon right words, poem is my prey,
As I at last redeem today —
Before the clock flies through more loops.
A nonet for FOWC: Frenetic and Writing Wednesday, chaos. The 2 words work well together.
Speak
to the
heart of me,
this broken thing —
Center of chaos
Yet also seat of love,
This frenetic energy
Needs a resting place of deep peace,
Not just the dark of depressed ennui.
