Tag Archives: OctPoWriMo 2014

Requiem for OctPoWriMo 2014

(excerpt from the ballad of reading goal)

A challenge:
Wishful painting
Do you think you can?

Practice makes unheard of
Substitute someone’s words, not mine

Today’s prescription:
The ballad of free reign
Hurry will leave no trace

TALB, a challenge:
Lay your words on me
Do you think you can?
No brainer

Today’s prescription:
We worship our mistress today
as if your life depended on it, human being

A challenge, Love Trojan Horse:
Take a load off Annie
Do you think you can?
That’s the question

Not feeling good
Get me out of here
It’s allright ma
You can’t keep a bad drink down

Frustration poems:
He had more patience than she did
Late no Game
Substitute someone’s words, not mine
Practice makes unheard of

Found poetry for the last day of #OctPoWrimo: I used the titles of all the poems I created this month to make my poem for day 31. Of course it ended up being a weird poem, but I love that I could fit everything in it. Sometimes it’s more important to have fun than to be brilliant 😉

I want to thank everybody at OctPoWriMo.com for providing fantastic prompts, and for creating a stimulating and safe environment for people to create and share.

At the risk of sounding like an Oscar winner, I also want to thank all the writers who participated. You all did a fabulous job in creating such diverse, beautiful, interesting, deep, funny and scary poems. I don’t think I’ve ever read this much poetry in my life, and I loved the quality that was displayed.

More Oscar shout-outs, to the people who read my poems and commented on them. I’m happily stunned by all the nice words that have been said, it’s been amazing. Thank you!

And for everybody who read without commenting: thank you too. My statiscs know you were there, and being read is what matters. A poem without readers is an orphan.

I will not spend the night reading and commenting tonight, by boyfriend is looking forward to talking to me again. I’m not joining NaNoWriMo, so I’ll have plenty of time to catch up in November. In the meanwhile, you can find me on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. I’d love to meet you there!

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He had more patience than she did

She knew he had more patience than she did
With a sigh she watched him reach for her left foot
She knew what would happen next

He gently touched her toes
He turned them from numb little lumps
into transmitters, sending pulses up her ankle

The muscles in her lower leg tightened
in a feeble attempt to fence off the tingles
that spread upward through her calf and knee

Her left thigh willingly accepted
the traveling sense of anticipation
forming goose bumps before he even came close

She knew he had more patience than she did
With a groan she watched him reach for her right foot
She knew what would happen next

His gentle fingers massaged the spaces between her toes
every inch was taken care of, touched, loved
the temperature of her foot rising steadily

Her hard shin, her soft calf, her bony knee
they exulted one after another
surrendering to his whole-souled hands

Her thigh quivering
demanding attention
shouting a wake up call through her body

She knew what would happen next
She knew he had more patience than she did
She protested when she saw him bend forward

Hands and arms next…

 

They say all is well that ends well… so may I suggest that you, reader, write the rest of this poem in your own mind’s eye? It can take any direction you like. It could even have a happy ending. Who knows? Try picture it in as much detail as you can. Then the story will unfold…

This poem was written on day 29 of #OctPoWriMo. I’m handing it in for day 30. Which is perfect, since the prompt for today is the day before 🙂

If you like this one, you might also like my #NaPoWriMo2016 day 9, called A Poem I’m afraid to share.

It’s allright, ma

I cannot write about my hunger for it’s too big
I cannot write about my hunger for it’s scary
I’m afraid my hunger will devour me when I take it into the light
Some things are better off in the shadows

So I eat, to not feel my hunger
So I drink, to not feel my hunger
So I smile, to not feel my hunger
So I reason, to not feel my hunger
So I deny, to not feel my hunger

I cannot write about my thirst for it’s too big
I cannot write about my thirst for it’s scary
I’m afraid my thirst will devour me when I take it into the light
Some things should remain in the shadows

So I drink, to not feel my thirst
So I eat, to not feel my thirst
So I smile, to not feel my thirst
So I reason, to not feel my thirst
So I deny, to not feel my thirst

I cannot write about my pain for it’s too big
I cannot write about my pain for it’s scary
I’m afraid my pain will devour me when I take it into the light
Some things should not exist

So I smile, to not feel my pain
So I eat, to not feel my pain
So I drink, to not feel my pain
So I reason, to not feel my pain
So I deny, to not feel my pain

It’s allright, I’m only bleeding on the inside

I thank Bob Dylan for the inspiration for the end of this poem, and the title. I thank OctPoWriMo for the prompt. Day 28!

Frustration poems

Poor little old me

I am Windows 8
Nobody gets me
Nobody likes me

Windows

I’m 8
going on 9
Nobody likes me

Guess what inspired these little poems? It was not the prompt for #OctPoWriMo day 27, which was to write about sleep or dreams. I honoured the prompt by going to bed at 8 PM yesterday. after I had spent a lovely day at the Efteling, a fairytale theme par. That’s where the picture is taken.

Coincidentally, the Efteling has been the scene for a number of my nightmares. I remember one specifically: I was held captive by a troll king our something, two levels beneath the ground. He said he’d let me go if I impregnated his daughter. An impossible task, since in that dream I was as female as during the day…

It’s a weird version of Rumpelstiltskin I guess 😉 I definitely don’t want to know what Freud would think about it! I do wonder if after my visit yesterday, the nightmares wil choose a different scene. The Efteling is lovely and a lot of fun.

You can’t keep a bad drink down

Be where you are
and not in the sink
I’m sure you didn’t
need that last drink
Don’t yell at me
I said it with a wink
(Sorry, I’m too tired to think)
But there’s a link, I think
between drink and the sink
though even puke doesn’t look pretty in pink

I just found this one in an old notebook. It’s relevant, I feel to tired to think. I do wonder if I was drunk when I wrote it…

Today’s prompt was to write about fear. I could claim that I wrote this especially for today, #OctPoWriMo day 26, and that it’s about the fear of throwing up 😉

Lay your words on me

His touch was clumsy
but he tickled my brain

He was the one man
who could talk me into an orgasm
with no effort at all

His hands were coarse
his penis was small
his voice like nails on a chalk board

But his choice of words was flawless
the way he put them in order breath taking
their visceral quality unmatched

We stopped seeing each other
he wasn’t allowed to call me
but I read every word he wrote

You’ve never been touched
until you’ve been touched
by the words of a poet

Do you think you can

So you think you can live?
Okay, we’ll call in a jury
You can audition in an hour

What will you perform for us?
A juggling act
with work, family, sports and friends

What will make yours special?
We’ve had many of these already
Mainly women just like you

You’ll do it blindfolded
with your hands tied behind your back
and your feet in a bucket of cold water?

The jury yawned
Not one of those again
They all think they’re special

“Next”, they called
We’ll let you know in two weeks time
Do you think you can wait?

This poem for day 24 of #OctPoWriMo was inspired by the prompt for today, though it diverges from it considerably. I think So You Think You Can Live has potential for a really gloomy poem, or a SciFi horror strory. I just didn’t feel like writing any of those today.