Don’t tell me
When I can have
My mid life crisis
I’ll have a break down
In my mid twenties
I’ll buy red lip stick
Cry until my eye shadow
Runs down my cheek
June 22, 2015
Did you know that a quarterlife crisis is a thing? It happens to people.
This lovely little poem was inspired by a #ShapePoetry prompt on Twitter. I wish I could write for more of their prompts. I love concrete poetry! I just feel so rushed and so drained that I haven’t produced much for a while. NaHaiWriMo in February always refreshes me, maybe Christmas will inspire me when we get closer to it.
Here is another shape poem. I have been wanting to write more of these, but work has me really busy and I have not been writing as much as I would like to be.
…Nor Over There
..Just Somewhere Else
I wrote this for a Shape Poetry prompt on Twitter. Originally it did not have the periods in it, but I could not get it to format correctly without them so I had to use them in this post.
So I am super excited!! I wrote a poem last night that was shape poetry. I love shape poetry and have been trying to do it with long poems for years, and failing. Maybe if I try it with micropoetry I will have better success; what do you think? There is an account on Twitter that tweets out prompts for shape (or visual or concrete) poetry on Saturdays and Sunday’s, check them out HERE.
The monster creeps in unnoticed
He wraps his long fingers around your arm
And you are powerless to stop the anger
You feel the bile rise in your stomach
The boiling begins
You taste it in your throat
Before you know it
The monster speaks for you
Words cutting like whips
The tears fall and last words are heard
Doors slam and silence ensues
The monster now controls you all
The phone silent mocks you
The monster joins in
He repeats words said
He keeps replaying the scene in your mind
Even as you get into bed
He assures you your words were right
So you listen to the monster
Shutting out the animal of reason
The bird of reality flies by
Years later the monster’s fingers lose grip
What were the words again
What was it that was so upsetting
Without the monster it’s hard to remember
When you stop being angry it’s hard to remember
When you pry away the grudge’s fingers
There was nothing there after all
I tried to write/format this poem to where the stanzas looked like monster fingers. What do you think??
Today’s prompt for NaBloPoMo is: If you could permanently get rid of one worry, what would it be?
Wow! That is really hard because I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder and I worry over tons of stuff every day. And I can’t help it, and I can’t make it stop. I can’t cut triggers out or avoid the problem because I get anxious over every thing that could affect me or my family. I worry about: if my trees are going to survive the winter, if I have taught my son enough social skills, about the US Economy, how I am going to get through college, are there enough missionaries in Asia, and what should I cook for dinner tonight? And that’s just what goes through my head before I drop off my son at school. If I could permanently fix my brain so that I did not worry about 1 thing ever again, I guess I would pick…. yeah I can’t pick. They all seem large and important and if I don’t worry will I ever fix everything? Will I ever be good enough? Will I ever change anything for the better if I am not concerned enough to act? If I let go of a worry like “Is my church group doing enough?” or “Do I know enough about foreign politics?” or “Whose pictures should hang in the living room?” will I be able to be a good person?