Goodbye to caring About pointless things Farewell to fretting Over middling worries, So long to stressing Until point of explosion, Hello now to absorbing Everything slowly- Not lackadaisically, Just focused and sensibly.
When you’ve been around Long enough to develop A sensible cynicism, You can generally tell What will truly be Tremendous and life-changing And, conversely, What may well seem Bombastic on the surface, But sadly, underneath A fizzling disappointment Upon merciless dissection And crushing closer inspection.
You’ll generally discover That anything humbly presented Is likely to be more exciting And worthy of lauding Than witless, outward bluster Promising so much But ending in disaster…
Day 26’s prompt: Take the phrase “(blank) World,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
Even when You’re in Deepest pain Or a malaise You can’t explain The world will still Be waiting For you to engage And explore When well again- The universe itself Is the one constant In this muddled existence- So remember please To take peace In this single certainty.
A passing thought Given time to brew And marinate For a little while Could create An epic tale Spanning generations And fantastical locations, All born from a musing Lasting less than a minute…
So often these snippets Put a frustrated writer Drained of ideas Back on course again- Frantically scribbled Before they disappear- This is the creative life, Snatching lightbulb moments, Then effortlessly transformed Into an entire universe.
Day 21’s prompt: Take the phrase “(blank) Me,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
‘Bear with Me’
Bear with me please, I don’t always perceive Everything clearly, I might be distracted By infinite possibilities Instead of what’s standing Right there in front of me.
I assure you there’s generally Legitimate worries Spinning and whirring In my mental galaxy- You may call it ‘anxiety’ But I prefer labelling it As ‘misdirected energy’…
It’s just passion, you see, Contorted into fretting, But consider it a tendency To scan the data carefully Before senselessly leaping Into potential catastrophe- So bear with me, I’ll get there eventually.