Hi!

I was not inspired to write anything by my journal prompt today, so I asked Textfixer for some fodder instead. 

I then wrote two similar poems, following my usual rules for each.  Which do you think works the best?

1.

In twelve more years,

There’ll be two decades’ worth

Of fermentation

Spilling over laptop screens,

Peeking out of bookshelves.

My sugar turning bitter:

‘Forbidden’ activity

Producing wealth at last.

The ultimate prank:

“Push forth life, take care of it,

Be the officer of its welfare;

Laser focus on the important

And find inner peace”

Many a frustrated cadaver

Would expound

(If allowed voice)

On how this is not real life.

2.

In twelve years:

Two decades mum.

What fermentation will I see?

If all is kept forbidden –

My sugar starved of oxygen –

A dark red run

Acidic and thin?

The prank of the push –

Motherhood:

The arresting officer of motivation,

Energy,

Identity,

Time.

My head full of laser scars:

Focus obliterated the inner world

With each task ticked off.

This walking cadaver

Stinks up every conversation;

Blue–lipped, slack–limbed

And hungry for brains.

I’m plumping for the second one 😉

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Hello 🙂

Under this date, in Hannah Braime’s book, I was asked to journal about a cyclical pattern in my life that I wanted to change.  From that, came this:

I hear tick, tick, tick

As you pick, pick, pick –

All this freaking yarn

From your pet sheep farm –

And my entrails fall

In a colourful mess

For all to see

As resentment nests.

I get so tired

Leaden feet mired,

No rope in sight

(Though I’m wound so tight

That this last word might

Make my dark ignite…)

Incandescent rage

Burning up the page…

                     Hidden ‘midst a book

      In some shady nook…

But: “I can’t sit still

Feeding off this swill

For one more day

While the rest make hay!”

So: I upped and ran

Built another sham

In a different place

(Much to my disgrace)

‘til I fell awake,

Pointed out the fake,

Summoned up the clear

To banish my fears.

So, if you hear me now

On this frequency:

We should forge ahead

Campaign ceaselessly

For our right to say

Our truth easily,

Sort out all our wrongs

And live peaceably.

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[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

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Hello!

I accept

I’m inept

(And a genius)

I accept

That I’ve kept

Too much back.

I accept

That you’ve wept

And I’ve rejoiced.

I accept

Things are swept

Out of reach.

I’ll improve:

Get my groove,

Turn this corner.

I’ll improve –

This interfluve

Will soon flood.

I’ll improve,

Worn smooth

By the waters.

I’ll improve:

Every move

Well thought-out.

The above came up when my journal prompt probed how I juggle self-acceptance and improvement.  It’s a mind bending question, because it is so tempting to see our flaws instead of crediting how far down the road we have come already, and honouring the journey appropriately. 

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[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

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Hi!

After a ponder about being kind to myself yesterday, I stayed up til 2am to devour the Kindle version of Turn Towards The Sun by Emma Davis WHOLE. (It’s the sequel to Letting In Light which I finished yesterday morning). I can’t remember the last time I let myself do that!! It made me feel amazing, I love a bit of chick lit now and then 😉

My journal prompt asked me to consider how my past equipped me for my present. This poem popped out:

Oppression,

Depression,

Obsession with impressions.

Deflation

Of elation

At thoughts ‘above my station’.

A vocation of creation

Seems to promise my salvation.

Ok then…! 

Moving swiftly on…

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[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

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Hello 🙂

Today the kids (as has happened every day since we came back from West Cork) decided that they ‘only’ want to play sporty stuff in the garden with Daddy, not go somewhere further afield.  I am an optional extra to their plans, as Hubby is on annual leave.

I chose to stay in, and journaled around today’s question in Hannah Braime’s book, about how I could be kind to myself…

When I am old

Yes, today may not ‘count’:

The cups of tea I drank,

The songs I sang;

The smiles my husband gave while chasing balls

Swatted back to him by little hands.

In futures hence, this solitude means naught:

The dust motes that I noted

Pages read;

The sunbeams that I savoured just through glass

Yesterday’s hair I still sported in bed.

A busy world undoes the fragile link

One has with breath and thought and calm and peace;

A tip towards the chasm/

Thirsty soul

Has me running for quiet release.

It is a pretzel twist I get into:  I had time to myself and was ‘still’ – but busy – and ultimately have now shared my solitude with the world.

So was Art the point here, or have I missed it?!

Was I being kind to myself letting the poetry come through me, or was I just dwelling on things as usual…?

😉

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Hey there 🙂

I am still digesting all that I heard in the audiobook The Conscious Parent by Dr. Shefali Tsabary, which I finished two days ago – and I am already mainlining her second book The Awakened Family on Audible!  

She talks about children being masters of living in the present moment, and how this is an absolute GIFT to their parents (if only we saw it as such).  It is scary when I view my kids through her eyes…but it can only make me a better mother and person, right?! 

I watch you revelling in your inner world

And wonder how mine splintered off so far;

The beauty that you witness all around

The doors leading off that you see ajar…

Forgive me for my fearfulness and pain

In not reaching yet who I need to be,

Thank you for all the ways you display grace

And guide me home, through storm clouds, towards me.

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Hi 🙂

I have swapped the poem that I wrote today for this one that was written after the passing of Stephen Hawking in March of this year.

I have decided to use today’s poem elsewhere 😉

The sound of space

Seems familiar to me:

The tuneless roar

Whilst spinning in blackness –

Finally revelling

In the blue beauty of Earth

I hope that one bound by paralysis

Again found joy

In that sight.

Unshackled, weightless,

Tipping off his axis;

Finally gaining answers

He’d yet to uncover.

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Hello!

I was pondering where my niche may be, today.

All this journaling and thinking has made me crave the cigarettes I gave up for good in my late twenties.  I’m sure that this is significant and means I should keep probing 😉

In imaginary smoke

I puff out all

The indignities.

Part of me still insists

I look cool in these shades.

In my head, it’s purple dusk.

(Those sunglasses rendered useless).

Enigmatically I stand:

In a long coat,

Hair in a quiff.

Back here, in reality,

Another school day begins.

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[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

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Hey 🙂

When my journal prompt asked me to consider what kind of person I was in relation to others, this came up:

Not dyeing my hair,

Becoming someone else

(More familiar than myself)

In each mirror.

And pretending that’s ok.

I pay

In spades.

Instead of seeing hearts

Unmasked and open:

Just clubs

Pounding snubs

To which this diamond is beholden.

Cheery…

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[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

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Hello 🙂

This foray came to me while pondering ‘balance’ in my journal:

Which scale should I measure from?

What fool would proclaim balance –

In any form –

Lives here?

This photograph is propaganda:

There’s no telling where our minds were

When we posed for this.

A decade ago

Was a different skin.

It began to peel

As my stitches healed.

Those surgeons pulled out multiple lives;

Sliced through more than meat.

The scar is growing fainter,

Subsumed by metamorphic grace.

[Pic is from here]

[I am currently journaling (and writing poems) around prompts from The Year Of You: 365 Journal Writing Prompts For Creative Self Discovery by Hannah Braime – Kindle ASIN: B076Z6Y5L9]

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