Weds Poetry Prompt: ‘Pieces of Mind’

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This week’s prompt: Write a ‘picking up’ poem

‘Pieces of Mind’

I’m picking up the pieces,
Things I’ve let slide
Into the gaping cracks
Of this fractured life –
Faces I’ve foolishly cast aside,
Allies I’ve coldly ignored –
I attempt now to retrieve them
From the shadows of time
As well as the love for myself
I thought I was unworthy of,
I hunt on my hands and knees
For each little scattered piece,
The picture persisting in my head,
That will only be whole again
If I forgive my fretting mind
For nearly leaving it behind.

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2018 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 30- ‘One More Poem’

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Day 30’s prompt: Take the phrase “One More (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

So here we are again at the end for another year. I decided to use this prompt to write a reflective/meta poem on how this month has really helped me find the motivation to write again – even if some words were hurriedly scribbled during lunchbreaks or in the evenings when I probably should have been in bed – it was all worth it. So I leave you with these final words for the month…enjoy…

‘One More Poem’

Have I got another one in me
After thirty days of thinking
Of words wrapped in poignancy
And careful rhythm and timing?

It’s been a little bit tiring
After the toiling hours of the day
When I’d be rather be writing,
Waiting till night to finally create.

But it’s revived the writer within
After months of miserable excuses
And faith in my ability waning,
Lighting the spark so dim and elusive.

So here’s to these final lines
Of a grand and epic trial indeed,
The Red Pen will ruthlessly revise in time
But for now I am breaking free.

Last year’s prompt for Day 30: ‘The Good Old Days’

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2018 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 28- ‘Not in the Mood’

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Day 28’s prompt: Write a ‘mood’ poem

‘Not in the Mood’

‘I’m not in the mood today’
We’ll defeatedly say
In a voice resigned and grey
If the day hasn’t gone our way,
Or washed over us like a wave.

It’s the mood without a name,
Neither happy nor sad,
Just so drained of energy
To bother complaining
Or feel much of anything.

This tired proclamation
Requires no explanation,
An excuse for hibernation
From life’s tribulations
And deepest frustrations.

Just be wary
If this mood occurs daily,
It may seem freeing
But if indulged too frequently
Life might slip away completely.

Last year’s poem for Day 28: ‘Love – A Haiku’

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2018 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 27- ‘Ol’ Shakey Steve’

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Day 27’s prompt: Write a ‘shaky’ and/or a ‘sturdy’ poem

(I’m sure you can gather which one I picked)

‘Ol’ Shakey Steve

Ol’ Shakey Steve
Had the tendency
To get a bit panicky
And a little fidgety
Around social activity,
(Or else shirk timidly,
Lurking in corners listlessly,
Such was his proclivity).
He’d flinch erratically
At others being friendly,
Offer heartfelt apologies
For his nervous peculiarities
(Profusedly and repeatedly)

They’d dismiss it heartily
As harmless eccentricity,
But that wouldn’t pacify
His senseless obsessing
Over how he’d been talking
Or what his face had been doing
(At the cost of any sleeping
Happening that evening)
He decides the next morning
To force himself into hiding
Until the next gathering
Sure to be an equally terrifying
And trying test of social ability.

Last year’s poem for Day 27: ‘Change of Plans’

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2018 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 25- ‘Behind Those Stony Eyes’

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Day 25’s prompt: Take a line from a poem written earlier this month, make that the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

I ended up taking a line from Day 5’s poem for this one. Interesting how eyes can inspire so much…

‘Behind Those Stony Eyes’

Behind those stony eyes
Seemingly so fierce
At the first glance
Lies a fragile soul
Beaten and weathered
By an unforgiving world.

The story behind these eyes
Is something he stubbornly hides
Not wanting simpering pity
Laced with insincerity,
He wears this face instead
To spare false tears being shed.

Last year’s poem for Day 25: ‘Reality (Remixed)’

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2018 Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge Day 17- ‘The Agony of Time’

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Day 17’s prompt: Write a ‘broken’ poem

‘The Agony of Time’

He sought comfort by the sea,
The broken soul with his life in pieces,
Walking silently across the sand,
Wondering how things got so out of hand.

Answers do not come in the sea breeze,
But at least here he’ll find a little peace,
Away from the intolerable noise
That has corrupted his every thought.

As he walks on, he reflects
On what he didn’t say, what he regrets
But also words he fired with hate,
Wishing he could take back, but it’s too late.

His dearest one cast blame his way,
Not knowing of the demons in his brain,
Either making him a man possessed
Or a mere excuse for his excesses.

He heads on ahead with no place to go,
No warm home or welcoming glow,
Just miles of pebbles and stones
For him to stagger through alone.

All he has now left now his time
Agonising hours to ache his mind,
Eternal days without his precious elixir
To pass them all by in a rapid blur.

Last year’s poem for Day 17: ‘What I Meant to Say’

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