Expectation more exciting
than the reveal,
wonder deflates at
the true sighting,
a confused, betrayed
frown resting onto
your features.
One day, perhaps,
you’ll imagine a
more realistic result.
One day, perhaps,
you will smile
again.
Rambling/poem start
20:17
Observations and calculations,
theories and controlled experiments
There are two poetry competitions with a 31st January deadline, so I’m hoping to browse through the poem ideas I’ve had so far and compose at least two full, complete poems to enter. There’s the Kent and Sussex Poetry Society Open Poetry Competition http://www.kentandsussexpoetry.com. And there’s The York Poetry Prize that I’ve been given a link to for previous entrants to get a entry discount with.
I haven’t been able to write everyday lately, real life likes to get in the way, but I do intend to keep this blog up.
Poem ideas
20:15
Procrastinate against
yourself, distracted with
different hobbies from
what your soul needs.
Can you even recognise
the beat of your
own heart? Buried
beneath the
mundane of
everyday life.
20:16
Fantasy of murder
to gain some
peace and quiet.
How would I do it?
A staged accident,
an impersonal poison
a long-distance weapon,
or an up-close stabbing.
After each disturbed sleep
the fantasy grows more
personal. Each time I
imagine, the guilt is
less and less.
Poem ideas
20:13
This is the first day
of your life.
This is your home,
car and money.
This is your loved ones,
enemies, dreams.
Here is your job, hope
and ambition.
Look at how lucky
you are, and
remember that.
This is the first day
of your life, no time
to dwell on what
you don’t have.
Enjoy what you do.
20:14
A loss so huge
your colourful world
is reduced to
black and white.
No amount of time
will heal it, only,
perhaps, a return
to a soft grey.
Random Ramblings
Didn’t have a chance to write any poems today (was editing my husband’s college assignment) but did have a new plan for future poems. At the moment I’m just writing whatever comes to mind, and I want to challenge myself to other things I wouldn’t usually think of. So like the writing prompts I have for stories (which isn’t happening that much, but oh well) I’m going to try get daily poetry prompts from places. This website looks pretty good: https://thinkwritten.com/poetry-prompts/ but if anyone has any recommendations please send them my way. Websites, instagram, facebook or books would be great.
Poem ideas
20:11
Heirloom of life
draining power,
a legacy of sacrifice
and redemption.
Feel your line
end forever, but
save the future
of those who
will forget you.
20:12
Melted bones sink
into a puddle of
content, bubbles of
happiness popping on
the surface, filling the
atmosphere with life,
and love.
Poem idea
20:10
Conveniently selected
charity, executed at
the moment people
can see and coo at
your generosity. The
receiver has no choice
but to smile and be
grateful, knowing next
time, when no one is
near, nothing will be
offered, but others
will assume help was
given…so why are
they still so bitter?
Be happy,
be grateful.
Poem ideas
(These ones are inspired by Final Fantasy VII)
20:8
Years of poison
confusing my mind
and personality.
Toxic overload
muddling my
existence, hero
worship becoming
my reality.
Who was I?
Who are you?
Strike a pose
and play it cool.
This is my life now.
20:9
Pot of greed,
your one existence
to demand they
bathe you in
luxury and bliss.
Then, you will
happily be killed,
knowing that for
a few moments
you had enjoyed
their hard-earned
items instead of
them. Was it
worth it?
Poem ideas
20:6
Forest of isolation,
both a prison
and nursery.
Child born of
violence, still
loved for his
potential. Protectors
will come and fade
away, but the forest’s
ground will always
remain. A solid
foundation he
can trust.
20:7
A small fortune
absently placed
in a pocket…
and forgotten, until
life’s dirt encases
it with ink, staining
it with a reminder,
no one can escape
the everyday
corruption of being
human.
Poem ideas
20:4
Attempt to spark
creativity while
hands are stuck
on factory settings,
proof of intellect
behind the monotone
of repetition.
20:5
On ordinary, normal
days, take a moment
to bask in their
presence, no words
needed to hear them,
to know them,
to love them.
Everyday life continues,
but that feeling
lasts every moment,
able to carry you
through anything,
through everything.
Scribbled Thoughts 