One of the amazing things about writing a prompt for #OctPoWriMo, is reading the poems that are written today, and wonder if they might be inspired by the prompt. This poem is fabulous!
#OctPoWriMo Day 8
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Incorrect
The right way
Shall not exist
So take the wrong way
The right way
All the way
Do not resist
The right way
Shall not exist
Awake
Last night, I laid to rest my head
I put it gently on the bed
My calm broke as the message read
They did not wed! They did not wed!
White line
Curiosity then made me click
I swiped just like a lunatic
Could this be real, was it a trick?
The clock said tic, the clock said tick
White line
WHY did I look on my phone?
I should have left the thing alone
Damn that softly purring tone
My sleep is blown! My sleep is blown!
White line
Did he make off, did she leave town?
What happened to the wedding gown?
I read the item with a frown
She struck him down! She struck him down!
White line
Beware thou funny types of blokes
The altar’s not a place for jokes
To say no in jest, alas evokes
Payback from more serious folks
I’m not sure how she did it, but Morgan Dragonwillow made me try a monotetra. You know, that a new poetic form developed by Michael Walker, where each stanza contains four lines in monorhyme. And where each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables, and the last line contains two metrical feet, repeated.
I you don’t know what I’m talking about, neither do I. But I hope that by studying the examples provided and trying to copy their rhytm, I did indeed write a monotetra.
Check out the other participants on #OctPoWriMo day 6 as well. They tend to write amazing stuff.
Take-out by heritage
Liquid life
Drenched in dread
Hallowed by heritage
Take in. Take out.
Off prompt. Very busy day. Hope to see you tomorrow! #OctPoWriMo
To be over
| Catch me if you can |
| Catch me if you want to |
| To kill a mocking bird |
| To kill a joker |
| Joker – to the left please |
| Joker seperate from clown |
| Clown your way out of this |
| Clown ahead |
| Ahead of sorrow |
| Ahead of pain |
| Pain for glory |
| Pain for want |
| Want because |
| Want but |
| But why |
| But me, now |
| Now used to be the time |
| Now used to get me present |
| Present for president |
| Present for love |
| Love is the new black |
| Love is the new orange |
| Orange I can’t stand it |
| Orange, a clockwork |
| Clockwork wound up |
| Clockwork wind down |
| Down or I will bark |
| Down or I will bite |
| Bite for glory |
| Bite for fame |
| Fame to remember me by |
| Fame to remember my name |
| Name, what’s in it? |
| Name, who’s in it? |
| It is paralel |
| It i straight |
| Straight as a doornail |
| Straight as dead weight |
| Weight carried by numbers |
| Weight carried with pain |
| Pain for want |
| Pain for glory |
| Glory is my name, ah |
| Glory is my game |
| Game on |
| Game over |
| Over and out |
| Over and about |
| Clowns is what I’m talking about |
| The clown who wants to get out |
Today’s prompt was to let your words fall onto the page, and do that in the form of a Blitz. In the past I’ve written some blitzes that I liked, and that became a problem for writing new ones. I never liked them enough. The day where I can just let my words fall onto the page is probably the best day to get reacquainted with it. I do like the urgency of the form. I don’t like how easily it leads me to cliches.
Fin the full prompt and the other participants on octpowrimo.com.
Court disorder
Colours mix
I don’t
Blend in
I don’t
Bleed
I don’t
There’s beauty
in chaos
just not
in me
The prompt todat at octpowrimo.com: “Find colored pens, crayons, watercolors, or whatever you have that you can use to put color on the page. Remember, don’t worry about the outcome, just swirl the colors around the page. When you feel complete, write for ten minutes about your thoughts and feelings before, during and after putting color to the page.”
I enjoyed playing with water colour, but didn’t like what I made. When I wondered what to write from there, this poem came. I’m having a good day. I just remember other ones…
The drawing is an older one. It was also born from dissatisfaction.
Sesame
Open, oh sesame
display the gild
buried beneath shame
Mark your masque
redundant
a sealless phrase
Oh sesame, open
stitch a dead men’s soul
back to life
Me and the new WordPress are no friends yet. This is not the lay-out I was aiming for. And I wanted to change the picture a bit. Never mind.
The prompt today was vulnaribility. Check out the OctPoWriMo blog for the full prompt and the poems of the other participants.
Doors to nowhere
Doors to know where
Doors to now – here
Doors to – no, where?
Doors to know. Here.
October Poetry Month starts on a Thursday this year, so it comes with doors… I’m happy to be joining both #ThursdayDoors and #OctPoWriMo again.
The pictures of the doors were made in the summer, because I can’t pass beautiful doors without thinking about our weekly door gatherings Over at Norm’s online place.
These doors are prison doors, photographed in a prison museum. I had to make them with my selfie camera, because the normal one on my phone is still broken. The door that touched me the most was the one that had second world war “graffitti” on it. People who had been imprisoned for opposition agains the occupier (Nazi-Germany) had carved their names in the door.
It’s almost here…
…but we need help in getting it there 🙂 Anywhere. Everywhere!
Since it’s our first book, we’re still figuring out how to do all of this. One thing I’ve figured out, is that it’s better to no do this alone.
Wanted: reviewers
Reviews on Amazon will make a big difference in our book being shown to people, for example. They might even make the biggest difference of all that we can do (except for paid advertising maybe, but even that works better when you have reviews).
You don’t need to be an art critic to write a review. It can be as simple as clicking on a number of stars, if you don’t like writing. Or sharing some words that don’t even form a sentence. Or, your heart felt reader experience – that’s welcome too of course!
Honest opinions
To us, it matters that you mean what you share. My goal for this book is that it will reach people who’ll love it as much as we do. Either because of the stunning pictures of my mother, or because of my poems, or, my favourite option: both.
Maybe you can help us? You’ll receive a PDF version of the book before it goes live. In return we’ll ask you to leave a review on Amazon, or any other online bookstore you might be using. You can browse through the (translated) Dutch edition if you’re curious what the book will look like.
Join the team
Apparently, when people help you out with your book it’s called a launch team. Would you like to be part of ours? You can sign up here. Our main focus at the moment is finding reviewers who’ll share their review during launch week (somewhere in October I expect). But we also need people who are willing to share the existence of our book with the world. Through social media. By telling people about it. Gifting it to their loved ones… Anything that can help making the book a success.
Why?
Why am I so passionate about this book? It’s not because of my own poems. I’ve been happy enough slowly growing my audience through this blog, meeting nice people online and enjoying the connections. I don’t need to conquer the world. But… my mother’s work motivates me. She became a professional photographer after the age of sixty. Her work is incredibly beautiful, and I believe it deserves a huge audience. I asked her to make a book with me, because I want to share her work with the world. And she said yes.
Questions? Doubts? Yes.
If you have any doubts or questions about being in our launch team, please let me know. Personally I’d be worried about the amount of work it would be, what to do if I don’t like the book I’m reviewing, how I’m supposed to get the review online (so the technical side of things) and much more. I’m simply good at worrying, and I’d procrastinate at signing up.
You’re invited to do it the other way around: sign up even if you’re not sure. And we’ll figure out the rest together.
New service: handwritten poems
My partner is always on the look-out for excuses to use his fountains pens and the lovely collection of coloured inks he has. Writing my poems is kind of a zen exercise for him.
This is the first one he made for me, lovingly embraced by one of our housemates. I’m afraid the sloth is not for sale, but you can choose any poem from my website or my books and ask for a quotation.
Based on postage, delivery time, length of the poem and any other things that may be relevant to what you want the poem to like like, we can work out a price together. This is a brand new service so at the moment I’m as clueless about what to charge as you might be on what you think is a good price. My experience with the pricing of my coaching services is that there’s always something that works for both of us.
Message me at angela at procrastinationcoach.net (or on Facebook, or on Twitter, or whatever place that you know I hang out and that works for you).
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