Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/cascade.html
Repetition scheme: 1st line of verse 1 becomes last line of verse 2, 2nd line of verse one becomes last line of verse three, 3rd line of verse one becomes last line of verse four, etc

Prompt: Sometimes truth is the hardest thing to face, especially when you take a moment to examine YOUR truth. What you see or believe may be very different from what that means to another person, but that’s the beauty of it all. Your truth makes you unique. It can give you strength or challenge you to face situations or beliefs which may be painful or filled with sorrow. It can bring great joy or supreme satisfaction. 

Take some time to think about your truth. Where do your thoughts lead? Are there particular images or memories this truth conjures? Was it something you felt the need to defend or was it that something that fortified you in times of need? Your truth is a part of your being. Introduce us to him/her.

Drawn higher by ambition's lust
Crave ascension
Lack of qualification

Ladder of opportunity
Tasered by each rung
Drawn higher by ambition's lust

Lured, ensnared, baited, 
Imprisoned by vesting compensation
Crave ascension 

Truth dreamt and earned
Proven by achievement, no
Lack of qualification

Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/oddquain.html

Prompt: http://www.octpowrimo.com/2020/10/octpowrimo-day-13-outside-box.html

“Thinking outside the box’ is ridiculous nonsense, since whatever you can do in a ‘box’ or closed environment is not ‘thinking’.” ― Martinus Hendrikus Benders

“Boxes are for objects, not humans.” ― Abhijit Naskar

What kind of box holds you? Is it one of your own making, or did others trap you there? What will it take to break free? If you’ve already broken free, what helped you do so?

The boxes that hold us can be many things: work, gender, clothing, sexuality, family, religion, etc. Boxes can be so comfortable that coming out is terrifying and even painful sometimes. But the freedom is usually worth it.

Word Prompts: Chains, Freedom, Breakthrough, Open mind, Flight

Cloyed
Held inside
Suffocating me
Tearing, Ripping, Freeing scream
Breathe

Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/tyburn.html

Prompt: Letting go, forgiveness, victory, smoke

#1)
Binging
Clinging
Grieving
Forgiving
I will stop Binging, Clinging you
I will start Grieving, Forgiving anew

#2)
Shallows
Fallows
Hallows
Gallows
Nothing in the Shallows, Fallows grow.
Twelve hundred Hallows, Gallows go.

Ok, I may have taken the second one a little too literally, but seriously, how can you not. If you don’t see the relationship: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyburn

Order creates logic
Instruction steals creativity
Break or bend 
transcend
Bend or break
Creativity steals instruction
Logic creates order
 

I want to play with Palindromes more … this was hard but fun. I need to revisit this.

Description: The suggested forms were not something I was feeling today, the Villonet or Triolet; so I’m just going to free form it.

I'm a geek
Some would say a nerd
but writing
Code for money
Stole my creative process
It is so rigid,
It is too strict,
No creative license, just a
product license.
I've been numb.
I've lost my feels.
It's not the code's fault.
I must find the balance. 
I'm sure there's one.
Between creatively expressing myself
And earning a wage 
Big enough to allow me to create.
Because, some time ago, love said to me
Work to live, do not live to work. 
I hear you now, though you're gone.
I wish I heard. I wish I learned.
Sooner. 
Energy, reincarnate, my best foot forward
Shall pass your message forward, 
You shall be eternal. You were my favorite geek,
Some would say a nerd.

Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/shape.html

Prompt: Write for ten minutes about creating from the heart. When I made the above collage, I was trying to heal my heart (emotional not physical). What does it mean to create from the heart? Reach in and dig deep. Where is the center of your creativity?

                     do you            really
           think that creative           writing can come
       can come from anywhere         but the heart? It is just
           that sometimes my        heart hurts. Words that
               flow are useless     while my heart doesn't
                     shine. Ask       Gaiman, he knows all
                          about the         dusty heart who
                               without        her truth 
                                   just          cannot
                                       shine

I had a hard time with this one. Maybe I wasn’t feeling heart full. Maybe I was feeling heart broken. Maybe I’m not as recovered as I thought. What I’d really like to achieve is the “broken heart” but with each half making sense as stand alone prose, but if read together they make sense. I’ll try to cycle back to this.