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He likes mornings

He chitters, chatters, clitters, clatters – he likes mornings
I mumble, stumble, grumble, fumble
I don’t like mornings

He hums, drums, sings, swings – he likes mornings
I flump, bump, grump, wanna thump
I don’t like mornings

He sways, strays, plays, finds ways – he likes mornings
I hide, abide, guide, chide
I don’t like mornings

He moves, grooves, screams, beams – he likes mornings
I love him, want to shove him, but I love him –
even when he likes mornings

Inspired by today’s prompt, though not exactly following it. We’re on day 24 of #OctPoWriMo. I’m amazed that I’m still able to write, even on days when I feel like all ink has dried up in me.

My truth

I was going to write
about how your truth matters
and that no one can take
your truth away from you
But I can’t

There are truths out there
based on lies
There are truths out there
based on predjudice
There are truths out there
based on unequal opportunities

I don’t care about those truths
I want them taken away

No one knows the truth
But everyone knows a lie

The prompt for #OctPoWriMo day 23 is What’s the message. This is what came up for me.

Titled

Hope is deadPlease edit me
I am lostLay your words on me

I am, ain’t I?

I miss me (on repeat)
I miss me (on repeat)

Full stop

Scattered everywherethe peace I never had
Today’s prescription: acknowledgement

Get me out of here, as if your life depended on it
Do you think you can? That’s the question

Rescue meI’m not worthy
Leave me this way, at the end of the tunnel
Escape half way through my funeral
Einstein was right: love has amazing properties

I’m glad you calledshoot me
at the crossroads/in the name of the father

No more tearserasure
* Permission denied *
Happy ending/Apocalypse later

Seriously
You know the end
She lived happily ever after
but who’s counting?
A no brainer

If I look through my archives, it seems that OctPoWriMo 2014 was the first time when I created a poem out of titles. Titles from the blog of fellow participants, or their poems. I wrote it as a hommage, to end my first participation in #OctPoWriMo. I’ve done it again sometimes, during NaPoWriMo. It’s a form of found poetry that enables me to share some of the beautiful words I’ve read.

This one is different: found poetry from my own blog. I tried to work with titles only and no added words. I almost made it 🙂 One of the titles I used isn’t published yet (I miss me), so I couldn’t link to it. During the process of linking up the other titles I found that I renamed She lived happily ever after to Reorganisation. I totally prefer the original title!

The result is a bit of a mess to read. Part of it is meant that way, to represent scattered thoughts, changes of mind, franticness (yes, that’s a made up word). Part of it is not meant that way: links make an ugly read.  But I really wanted to link up to the poems that inspired this.

I hope you enjoy reading my contribution to #OctPoWriMo day 22. It’s inspired by the prompt, a hero’s journey. Though that might be hard to tell. I had no energy left for a brilliant title.

Shifting

Caterpillar and ugly duckling
got so fed up with
comments about their looks
they made a pact with each other

Caterpillar spun a cocoon around them both
– impenetrable, unbreakable –
then ugly duckling swallowed him whole

No one would say
they weren’t beautiful
ever again

Their plan failed

The cocoon broke
Ugly duckling crawled out
She had brightly coloured wings
and conspicuous, fluttering flight

The prompt for day 21 of #OctPoWriMo was Nothing reamins the same. Somehow this is where that led me. I might try and draw the fluttering duckling tomorrow, but I’m not sure if I am able. I still long for a drawing to go with one of the earliest poems I wrote. I see the picture in my head, of an old fashioned bath (one of those with legs, words streaming from the tap, colouring the water…

I am lost

I am lost
Can someone please find me?
I was last seen sobbing
on the corner of a street

I know I took a right turn
and a wrong one
Though my tears have dried
My vision stays blurred

I remember a decisive moment
a choice being unmade
Things fogged up after that
I wonder if my tears lied

I am lost now
Can you please find me?
Google maps will lead your way
if you know my coordinates

Substantiation

The house did not witness the murder
It closed its blinds and retreated into the cellar

The sun shone, the birds sang
The wind blew, the bell rang
No one opened the door

A fascinating prompt today on octpowrimo.com: “Everyone went on eating” is the phrase of the day. We’re taking a slightly darker turn here. What is something that has happened that you felt should’ve changed things, but in the end didn’t cause a reaction?

I love it, but I’m not in a headspace where I’m willing to go there. I could not go with the vulnerable bit of the prompt, but I did go with the darker turn bit.

The #metoo conversations are still on my mind. One of the things that struck me yesterday, is that some commenting men were genuinely wondering how they could take the initiative without running the risk of displaying unwanted behaviour, hence being harassing.

It flabbergasted me and worried me. I know a lot of men who do know the difference between showing interest and being harassing. So what do we do with the men who genuinely don’t know how to approach a women in a way that makes her feel appreciated without being threatened?