Weds poetry prompt: ‘Between Lives’

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

(This one was somewhat inspired by the weather conditions we’ve been enjoying/enduring in the UK today!)

Between Lives

Walking home in bitter snow,
Feet firmly trudging through
In a predetermined direction
While my head is swimming
In another one altogether,
Wading back to warmer times
When body and mind still complied
For a common, simple goal
Before the years brought a flurry
Of confused desires and feelings;
So the blind now leads the blind
In a blizzard of confused purpose
Trying to desperately find
The focused child inside.

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‘Times of Wider Eyes’

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(This was a poem that came to me after spending the day playing with my niece – envying the freedom and care-free days she is currently enjoying…)

Times of Wider Eyes

Sandy hands and sticky fingers,
Licking chocolate from a spoon,
(With utterly reckless abandon)
And Rice Krispies stuck to rosy cheeks
As we cheekily grinned in summer weeks;
These are the things I miss the most
From those precious, single-digit years,
With no pesky schedules to keep
Or sickening masks to wear
To please petty concerns and minds.

We did and looked as we liked-
Face-stains were simply tribal marks,
Odd socks were a bold, daring choice,
Making a mess was creating art,
Stories and tales all told in silly voice.
Cutting and sticking, just because,
It didn’t matter if the pieces fit –
Catalogue faces with shiny teeth
But with the bodies of stripy beasts,
Were common expressions of creativity.

We could colour outside the lines,
Break all the choking rules of design,
Squiggles could become star-ships
If we so wished, we’d make galaxies
From firmly-pressed felt tip pens,
And get lost in our little worlds
For days or weeks at a time .
These were the simple thrills and joys
Of innocent and aimless years,
Before we grew out of genuine smiles.

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Weds poetry prompt: ‘Another Way’

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This week’s prompt: Take the phrase “Another (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

Another Way

Sometimes I wonder
If we’re living life correctly
Or if there’s another way
To achieve the balance and serenity
That supposedly awaits
The eternally anxious among us.
Are we worrying and fretting sufficiently?
Or are we relaxing with enough regularity?
These are the questions eternally burning
In our aching and frazzled brains;
Fuelled by dubious and draining fears
Of what one thinks of the other
And the oncoming ruin our human flaws
Are surely to send hurtling on top of us;
But perhaps the fabled other way
Is to simply stop a second and reflect
That even the highest-flyers and triers
Are a far cry from being perfect
And that it should hardly even matter
If we stumble a few times along the way.

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My new blog – Shenmusings

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As I alluded to in my Writing New Year’s Resolutions, I have set up a blog that is centred around Shenmue – one of my favourite video game series of all time, and finally due to receive a third game this year after an over 15-year period of uncertainty. Please do check it out if this is something of interest to you – or it may encourage you to investigate these games for yourself if you have not had the privilege of playing them! There are a couple of posts up so far detailing my own personal discovery of the series, and many more to come soon:

http://shenmusings.wordpress.com

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Weds poetry prompt: ‘The Futility of Feb 14th’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘valentine’ poem.

(No, I’m not a single person whinging – happily attached, thanks, but we both share a disdain for Valentine’s Day anyway. As our actual anniversary is close to the date anyway, we’d rather celebrate that! Hope you enjoy this little anti-valentine poem, all in good fun…)

The Futility of Feb 14th

Sickly sweet cards
Forced down our throats,
Hurriedly purchased roses
Handed over in the hope
Of hanky-panky later on,
Ludicrously-priced chocolate
(To secretly not want to share),
Or else gaudy jewellery
And other shiny trinkets
To please fickle minds.
These are just a few Valentine’s things
That make me frankly, sick
And would sooner celebrate
The truly important dates
In our little story, our saga,
Rather than a fake, plasticy one
That means little to anyone
But the crafty card-makers and confectioners,
So join me in ignoring this non-event
And wait to give a meaningful present,
For god’s sake.

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Writing at Night; or, does the time of day affect your productivity?

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So, a couple of years ago I mused in this post about what makes a writing space, and what my own personal set-up is. I notice that in that post, I alluded to the work taking place ‘whenever I could find a few spare hours in the day‘. Funnily enough, lately I seem to have stumbled upon the benefits of doing the opposite – i.e. writing at night. Take last night in particular – it was a Sunday evening, just after 9pm; my partner had already gone to bed because of having work the next day – I did not, so I thought, well, why don’t I go and sit in that spare room and try and get some writing done now – then in the morning I’d actually be able to enjoy my day off and relax a little bit. Because this seems to be the trap I have fallen into as of late – waking up so determined to get as much work done as possible, and then feeling guilty later as I have either managed to get very little done, or nothing at all – the lure of video games and other distractions just proving far too tempting for me. However, after waiting until the quiet calm of the night, I suddenly found myself being so much more productive. I finally made a start on writing a draft for a blog post, for a separate blog I intend to set up soon that is centered around an all-time favourite game series of mine,(so I was writing about a video game, rather than being distracted by one – I mean, that’s ok, right?) managing to bash out a good 1,500 words. And then I even began planning a future blog post! I really was amazed at how much more productive I was being, simply because of the time of day.

I did notice that in that previous post I also made reference to a ‘Writing Timetable’ that I had stuck on the wall – which I must admit, I have since abandoned. But perhaps that was putting too much pressure and stress on me, therefore leading to a lot of disappointment and self-chastising if I didn’t keep to that rigid schedule. I completely understand that for other writers out there, it may well work splendidly – and obviously I assume that if you have made it big and produce works certain to be published then it’s something of a necessity – but at the moment, I feel a lot more freedom without it, simply choosing to dedicate any evenings where I don’t have work or other engagements in the morning to sit down at that keyboard and see what comes out.

I posted about this on both Facebook and Twitter, to which a fellow WordPress poster and writer suggested the night breeds productivity because the day is now behind you – allowing for more concentration, and I do think there is something to that. I find during the day if I attempt to write, I am constantly looking at the clock, thinking, oh bloody hell, it’s already almost noon and I’ve barely done anything…you just feel more like you’re under a time limit, or you end up using lunch and dinner as excuses to stop even if you’ve spent most of your time procrastinating or looking out the window. It sounds crazy, but I find the weather something of a distraction too – if it is raining or miserable outside, I’m fine, but if the sun is out I keep thinking, oh dear, I should be outside getting some exercise or going for a walk, and suddenly feel like an antisocial hermit for daring to stay inside hunched over a computer screen when it’s such a beautiful day outside (not to mention the glare, which guilts you even further!)

A work colleague, who also went to university as I did, posited that those late nights doing coursework and frantically trying to finish essays before the deadline may have something to do with your future writing habits as well – something I hadn’t considered, but again, it does make a lot of sense. While I don’t continually have deadlines to deal with now (except my own self-imposed ones, and ones for submitting for competitions..), the quiet calm of night does seem to more beneficial for writing. Curious to see if there were any online discussion about this matter, I did find this post, which likens writing to a ‘long immersion in a hot tub, or a relaxing meditation’ – making night the ideal time to let it loose, as after all, isn’t it the daytime that you experience the things that then influence your writing? Wouldn’t it make more sense to just be during the day, and then write down any feelings you had about it when it’s over and done with, after you’ve had a chance to truly soak it all in? The post also offers some handy tips about the art of writing at night – including making a plan, and stressing that it’s okay to take breaks. Thank God for that – my anxious and overly self-critical mind had assured me that it wasn’t okay at all. I realise that may sound like sarcasm, but it honestly isn’t – I really am that hard on myself (working on it, honest…)

So, what do you other writers think out there? Am I talking complete rubbish? Do you have the mettle and self-discipline to effortlessly thrash out several thousand words during the harsh daylight? Or are you a night owl like me, who would rather sit down and do it once he’s in his pyjamas and everything has just goddamn calmed down a little bit? Anyway, must dash – it’s already 10:40pm and I need to get back to my rambling thesis about what a masterpiece a nearly 20-year old video game is…

See you on the other side, writers of the night,

Stu x

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Weds poetry prompt: ‘Silent Heroes’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘super’ poem.

Silent Heroes

‘Not all heroes wear capes’
The short-sighted saying states;
No, some are in skin-tight suits
Or simply in a long coat and boots,
But nonetheless possess the power
Or simply wealth to tinker for hours
On shiny weapons and gadgets
(But still brood on a backstory sad and tragic).
Yes, riches or powers are required
To be the ‘super’ hero that inspires,
While the unspoken ones toil away
With their human limitations, day after day,
Finding those elusive cures and solutions
To mankind’s shortcomings and self-destruction
In their own way, meek and without violence,
Wearing only a cloak of humble silence.

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