Weds poetry prompt: A Life Played in Cards

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(A bit late this week, I know!)

This week’s prompt: Write a ‘card’ poem

A Life Played in Cards

You gotta play the game, kid
The one with unspoken rules
Hidden behind false smiles
And all those slimy handshakes
From the ones who hold the cards.
Pretend to be an expert player,
Cheat and steal selectively
So as not to show yours all at once.

Keep those cards close to your chest
Breathing them out at the right time
To keep smooth-talkers on their toes,
Tease the pack one-by-one,
Slip them your story slowly
So they keep coming back for more,
Turn over the harsher truths
And discard less desirable parts.

You’ll of course lose the odd round
In this cruel, cryptic challenge
Change the deck, dust yourself off
Stand back up and shuffle it
Until finely tuned to your liking.
Find the cracks in your competitor
And force them to show the face
That spells the weakness inside.

Cut through those time-wasters
And find the worthy opponents,
As well as valuable accomplices
In this whole wretched confusion
That some choose to categorise
As some small simplistic ‘game’,
Where carefully crafted card houses
So often fall into formless heaps.

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M

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Monday Musings: Does Facebook enhance or diminish social interaction?

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Ever since its launch way back in 2004, Facebook has been touted as a tool to help you ‘stay connected’ with friends, as well as making new ones. In fact the website itself claims that its mission is to ‘give people the power to share and make the world more open and connected’ . However, I would argue that it often does the exact opposite of this – if anything, it can often disconnect us from the ‘real world’. Equally, it can give us a rather distorted and twisted view of it.
For example several people post status updates that are self-deprecating; a typical ‘woe is me’ declaration clearly intended to bait sympathetic comments from friends in response (‘I’m so useless’, ‘I’m so ugly and no one loves me’ etc.). Even if these are genuine cries for help from people suffering from depression, Facebook is probably not the best channel to seek guidance from! There are also posts similar to these that are vague enough to prompt the ‘What’s wrong’ or ‘Are you ok?’ responses, which the original poster will generally respond with ‘Nothing, don’t worry about it’ or something to that effect – when of course they really mean the opposite and intend it as a cue for the concerned private messages to start flooding in.

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What to Expect in Future Updates!

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Okay, so I admit I’ve been slacking a bit on this blog lately (I’ve mainly been posting the poems that result from the ‘Wednesday Poetry Prompts’ over on the Writer’s Digest site), this is due to a number of reasons/flimsy excuses: work, tiredness and a general lack of motivation lately, etc (which I’m trying to work on), so this is just a quick post to give you an idea of what to expect in future installments from the Scribblings of Stu – and posting this as a kind of ‘to do list’ will hopefully give me that much needed motivation/kick up the bum. So then – future plans:

  • Continue working on the Pokemon Go-inspired short story I posted a while back (and think of a title) – that is, if people liked what I’d written so far? I’d also be very keen to actually finish a short story, as this is still something I have yet to achieve.
  • In the same spirit, resume work on a short story I started and have had on the back burner for a long while, with the tentative title of ‘Dead Flowers in the Window’ – without giving too much away, it involves talking cats and parallel universes. Sound intriguing? (or downright nutty perhaps) I might post this in installments on the blog if there is enough interest)
  • Put together a new writing timetable so that I actually have time set aside within the week to work on this blog – in particular I want to make the ‘Monday Musings’ posts I kind-of-sort-of-started a regular thing (again, if people liked the ones I have shared so far)
  • As I’ve mentioned before, I am also working on a novel currently, entitled ‘Searching for Sunset’ – I may begin posting extracts from this (or at least the opening chapter) in order to get some feedback and critiques.

So that’s what to expect from me in the hopefully very-near future! Oh and also, before I sign off, something I’m very excited about:

Until next time,

Stu x

Check out my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M

Weds poetry prompt: An Eiffel Without an Elevator

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Yesterday’s prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem (a poem inspired by a piece of art)

(I used the above image of the spiral staircase that was originally the only way up to the top of the Eiffel Tower, one of the examples given on the page)

An Eiffel Without an Elevator

Only one way up
Only one way down
A climb of twists and turns
Testing our very endurance
As it claimed our mortal breath,
With near a thousand steps,
Not a task for the weak-hearted.
But at the top lay a sight
That took breath another way,
A transcendent view
Of this city of romance
That had to truly be earned
By the strapping explorers
With the time and energy to burn.

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M

Weds poetry prompt: In Fear of Innovation

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Today’s prompt :Write an ‘evacuation’ poem

In Fear of Innovation

Searching for motivation,
Slipping and falling into
These so-called situations,
Caught in life’s trap
Without slightest notion
Of how and why we got here.

These same old streets,
Same stilted conversations
Soon imbed in tired minds
The seed of frustration.
That cell so real, we soon forget
It is of our own creation.

We can unlock ourselves,
Alter our destination,
For in each life we wear out,
And in every failed vocation
There is still hope of escape
And chance of evacuation.

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW for download as an eBook on Amazon. Check it out here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B017BZBH6M