It bubbles beneath the skin,
Small ripples emanating from the core of a wounded heart.
Tiny lingering flecks of closeted anxiety,
Compressed with age and hidden by tenacity.
Living fossils that once roamed freely within her soul,
Tearing through the ages and spreading corruption,
Flavoring her every passing thought – her actions.
An excruciating monologue jammed into a loop
– and stuck fast.
What was once a whole sea of anger, now lingers a quiet resignation.
Yet I feel it. Simmering, festering, a silent volcano,
Waiting to submerge.
This poem was written using inspiration supplied by Sammie Cox and the Weekend Writing Prompt was ‘submerge with a word count of 86.
If you want to join in you can check out her blog over at sammiscribbles
It’s a little late but I had a sneaky weekend away which I guess I could technically class as research for my theme which will be:
This in essence is going to be me taking inspiration from conversations had or overheard (the train is a great one for this). It might be a stray word that gives me a springboard, or a turn of phrase that I like, maybe even a poem inspired by the subject matter.
Since this is the A-Z Challenge they also will need to match up to the allocated letter of the alphabet, so I am already out with my notepad jotting down ideas to use.
I’m counting online conversations as viable too so beware, I might just steal your words!
If you fancy checking out some of the other theme reveals then check out the list over at A-Z Challenge
Over at Linda’s blog for the prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “egg.”
I had some train time without internet to kill so this prompt was a lovely thing to fill the gap, thank you Linda 🙂
What it the chicken of the egg that came first? Obviously those cunning folk among us know that the answer to this age old question is the egg. Ok,so it wasn’t a chicken egg, but a lizard or fish egg is still an egg never the less and why should they count of any less value. It reminds me of a poems I once read as a child and whilst I enjoyed the rhyme enjoy to remember it, I guess at the time that I never really understood it.
The codfish lays ten thousand eggs
The humble hen lays one
The codfish never cackles
to tell usewhat she’s done
But we all scorn the codfish
Whilst the humble hen we prize
Which only goes to show you that it pays to advertise
But isn’t it a great little poem and actually shines quite a truth on real life: those that shout the loudest do seem to get more out of life, whilst the quiet hard workers continue to strive on and get passed over. (walks away from the rant)
Now I remember this poem from a poetry book that I used to have as a young child, I can’t remember the book title or the poet and maybe even some of the words are incorrect but it is from an old memory. This isn’t the only poem I remember from being a child, which I think is testement to how poetry can really make an impact on people, or children even. I think it was the rhyme that made it stick, along with others such as Gerry the giraffe and Rhubarb Teb. Even the old Oliphant which I only found out as an adult came from a book: Tolkien – Lord of the Rings. When I think to myself of all the poems and song lyrics that I can remember it’s actually a fair amount of memory, yet I cannot seem to remember where I leave keys or recall conversations I have had the previous day: what’s with that?
Sometimes my mind draws such a blank on simple everyday things and I can’t work out how it can be so good for silly non important facts yet I can’t retain information that would be helpful. Perhaps my brain is just wired to prefer absorbing enjoyment rather than function.
So the prompt was egg right? *makes mental note to purchase Easter eggs in the sales to top up the chocolate supplies*
So I have been thinking lately that sometimes I need extra motivation to write rather than just waiting for inspiration. Whilst I think my best poems are actually created in that random way, I know that if I can just start writing then often new ideas with follow.
So with that in mind I began to look around for a new goal and also remembered (Ok so I discovered by email) that I had already signed up for an April challenge, and had since found another one. So hopefully it won’t upset anyone to be able to combine the two and I thought I would share the links here in case you were looking for an extra nudge to create too,
A-Z Challenge – Writing a poem every day except on Sundays & maybe even linking it to a theme of your choice
Campnanowrimo – Writing daily with encouragement from other people (cabinmates) , seems a fun way to bounce ideas around
Why not let me know if you are planning to join in with either so I can keep an eye out for your posts 🙂
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