Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘Confessions of an Ex-Doormat’

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This week’s prompt: Write an ‘ex’ poem

So I saw the wonderful Sarah Millican live last night, and one of the topics she covered was ‘saying no’, which inspired this poem (and is also a celebration of sorts of how I’ve become a lot more assertive myself in recent times!) Hope you enjoy, and that it inspires you if you have problems saying ‘no’ yourself!

Confessions of an Ex-Doormat

I used to say yes
To every single request
Some might say to excess;
A self-inflicted stress.
I’d be the one people would suggest
If someone needed a net
To scoop up their own damn mess.

But now I’ve learned the power of NO
A word that surely strikes a blow
For those who have only known
Witless compliance from timid drones,
Their response is a meek little ‘ok…’
As they scurry off and sulkily moan
Like a dog that’s lost its bone.

And I secretly enjoy the face
Of a schemer put in their place,
I only hope this new word won’t inflate
My ego to a similar state.

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‘The Allure of Deformity’

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NOTE: This is a poem I recently submitted to a poetry magazine – unfortunately it didn’t make the cut, but I hope you enjoy it. This was somewhat inspired by the themes within Charles Baudelaire’s collection of poems, The Flowers of Evil.

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The Allure of Deformity

Weeds thrive in winter winds
Tangling beauty in cruel bind
Just like the dark thoughts twisting
In the deepest confines of the mind.
But who decides what is a flower
And what is a wretched weed
To callously cut and cast aside?
Who judges the sanctity of thought
And spits at words deemed impure?

There is an untapped beauty in it all
In every ponder, plant or creature
A buried goodness beneath sheer evil
And equally malice in the meekest eyes.
Neither can be without the other
There is always the enduring opposite
That clouds sight to the unjudging whole.

But our lives have long been drawn
In the stubborn shades of black and white
Blinding us to believe all is a battle
When reality yearns to unite.

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Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘The Life Left Behind’

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

A couple of days late this week, but here it is…

The Life Left Behind

I’ve given adequate notice
Of my sudden new adventure,
A few weeks for them to prepare
Some nebulous replacement
While I plan and brief
My imminent sigh of relief
As I close that door finally
Yet with my hand still trembling
From fear and trepidation,
My mind still never failing
To fret in every situation.

But no choice was ever made
Without something at stake,
So I step into unknown light
To escape the rueful dark
And leave future to chance
In the vague hope it can calm
My ever shaking hands.

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Class of ’08

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NOTE: This was actually written from one of Writer’s Digests’ ‘Wednesday Poetry Prompts’ from last month – to write a ‘graduation’ poem.  I held off from posting it as I submitted it to a poetry magazine for consideration, however it didn’t make the cut so I therefore share it with you now.

It was quite an emotional one for me to write, as university shaped a lot of who I am as a person, and I made some great friends all those years ago while studying from 2005-2008. This is my tribute to them and my time there:

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Class of ’08

The faces that became friends
Were not the immediate ones
At the start of this academic journey.
No, I amassed a group slowly
Outside the confines of the dorm
Where heavy silence reigned
In awkward kitchen encounters.
I found allies and ease instead
At the bustle of the bar,
Bonding over mutual fear
And unwinding over a beer.

These alliances then grew
In the hurried lectures of the day
And through the libations of the night,
As we wandered into parties,
Stumbling home, still laughing,
Sharing cheesy chips on the way
(Which in truth, I still devour now,
Recalling those carefree days).

We ostensibly still grew, matured,
Shared the tough times too,
Carrying each other ‘til the end.
For the first time in a long while,
I felt like I had friends.
Realisation struck as well,
As I discovered who I really was,
What I had been hiding, or just denying,
Was now out in the open,
And the reassurance and acceptance
Is something I’ll always remember and cherish.
I held back some tears that hot July day,
As we marched to receive the paper
Reminding us why we here to begin with,
But to me, the resulting degree
Was far from the most precious thing
That I obtained from those three years.
It was the release from loneliness,
The friends made for life,
Who I know too look back and smile
On that time somewhere between adult and child.

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Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘The Lost Light’

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

The Lost Light

My heart is hardened
To endure the worst
And ignore the light
As it tries to catch my eye
In vain, to a face down
Staring at the floor
Unable to see hope anymore.

The soul wills me to stand,
Remove my head from the sand
Of sorrow and self-pity,
But the mind coldly resists,
Lost in a murky logic
That rejects true feeling.

My body yearns to fight,
To see these elements reunite,
To remake the real me;
The one sensitive yet strong
With an unclouded soul,
Trusting but still cautious,
The mind knowing the way
Once black fog is cleared away.

Heart, mind and soul may divide,
But my essence is still somewhere inside.

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Weds poetry prompt: ‘Rumination’

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

Rumination

I get lost in the little details,
Hung up on how’s the why’s,
Meaning I’ll inevitably fail
To see what’s in front of my eyes.

This is to have a mind cursed
To a cycle of constant rumination,
Believing and willing the very worst
For each and every situation.

This analysis can be practical
If initiated by a balanced mind,
But if it has ceased to be rational,
Only sadness I shall surely find.

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 24: ‘Hiding Behind Glass’ #aprpad

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Day 24’s prompt: Write a roundelay, OR an anti-form poem.

Sooo…after looking at the attached guide to what a roundelay is, I decided to be brave and give it a go (my usual thoughts about form are well documented). This is my first attempt at one, so it was a little tricky, making sure the lines resonate in each of their positions, but I hope you enjoy…

Hiding Behind Glass

I ask who I am, because I don’t know
Maybe I’ve been living a lie
In time the truth will show
If I take that first step outside
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

In time the truth will show
If I take that first step outside
I’d find a path where the wind blows
See the world with grounded eyes
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

I’d find a path where the wind blows
See the world with grounded eyes
I’d dispel the distracting clouds
By clearing them from my mind
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

I’d dispel the distracting clouds
By clearing them from my mind
I ask who I am, because I don’t know
Maybe I’ve been living a lie
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

Last year’s poem for Day 24: The Twin Sisters’ Light

Well…my own poem ended up giving me a much needed mood-lifter this morning…really should follow my own advice more often…

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