Description: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/synchronicity.html. “Synchronicity” (The state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.). This form consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas. Created by Debra Gundy.

Prompt: Todays prompts are about being in the present. Write for ten minutes about the sounds, sights, and scents around you. Dig deep and use words you don’t regularly use.

The old dog dreams, legs in rhythmic
Strides, chasing balls, sticks, jumping through
the lake.

The young dog whines, always needs
Attention, interaction, praise,
a kiss.

The middle aged cat weaves through my
legs, begging for sweet chunks of meat 
in sauce

Outside the chickens cluck for grain
Clucking and calling at the door
hen pecked

The horses nicker and whinny
Demand the hay, grain and carrot's
arrival

Rays of sun blocked by blackout drapes 
Time perceived to stand still by the
dark room

~~~ * ~~~

The meeting closes, eyes adjust
Standing to relieve the pressure
back aches

For a moment I'm included
A scratch on the ear, a kiss
on the nose. 

INCOMPLETE

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

Prompt: How do you relax and process your feelings? Write for ten minutes about relaxing or processing your feelings. What does your favorite relaxing day look like? What would it look like to process your feelings?

Magic in your day

Alarming bleating into slow wakefulness as the sun
Begins the day, before
Coffee's auto-brew aroma  
Dreams still whisper quietly
Ethereally of nymphs weaving
Flowers into crowns for the 
Gnomes lazily fishing under bridges
Hinged wide open, allowing passage,  
Industry floating past, ripples pulse
Joules against the shoreline
Kappa watermills churn irrigation to cucumber hills
Lacing the water's edge, and
Milling stolen corn during the 
Night. 
Orange streaks in the sky
Paint the desert sands,
Quail call out to their young,
Rattles heard loud from
Sunning snakes, 
The heat grows, the dawn is now morning
Usurping the sweet darkness the alarm bleats again
Violently increasing, waving, screaming, 
Winding through fading oxen herds,
Xenoliths break, fall and bound, screech against the earth
Yak's prairie melodies turn to barking dogs until I'm
Zapped awake into morning's promise of duty and obligation

INCOMPLETE

Description: http://jpicforum.info/threads/mirrored-refrain.713/

Prompt:  When we were kids we were told to color the objects the colors they are supposed to be; sky is blue, grass is green and so on. This prompt is about turning things inside out and upside down. Painting the sky purple, the grass pink and everything else any darn color you want. Allow yourself to get creative, paint a scene with your words, turn the world inside out. Write for ten minutes describing what your world looks like if it were inside out and upside down. 

If my world was upside down … I would not share my life with horses, dogs, chickens, I would not live in the “country”. I’d not have rode motorcycles, I’d not work in an “office” environment. My life is tan, beige, brown, dust, gray, glass and smells of electric. If it were upside down … would I live in an apartment, would I have a fish tank, would I … would I ….

What my day really is like:
Up with dawning light before the striking heat
The sun fades everything to beige and clay
Too bright to see for long
The begins when others sleep

Too



Winter snow of gold and 

Description: Prose – follows fragmentation, rhyming, etc. of typical poetry forms.

Prompt: Think of a challenging life issue (food/diet/addiction), make a list of 3 life stages (waking, napping, bedtime), a book a movie a song (American Gods, Avatar, Uptown Girl), 3 body parts (Patella, fingernail, eyebrow). Use these to find a perspective on the life issue. I did not succeed the first push through this, it is included below, but I want to try again.

Perspective1: looking at food at bedtime while listening to Uptown Girl picking at my fingernails …

Perspective2: napping after binging, falling asleep listening to American Gods feeling the pain in my knees and wishing I could get a grasp on my addiction

Perspective3: bedtime, pulling at my eyebrows in contemplation of my food choices throughout the day while the movie Avatar plays in the background to lull me to sleep

Fingering my brows, thick course, needing a trim, weaving through worth thoughts, of bedtime snacks, of midday chains to stay me at my desk, to work, to drone, to hate – to accomplish – to get paid. “You don’t thank” admonishments penetrate deep, the tv too loud, the movie too honest, words echo through the air conditioning, into my guilt, choices bleat against my body still representative of the years of failure, of weakness, of desire, of excuses, of blame, of habit. I’m strong, I’m smart, I can, I do, and I’m weak, wanting to suckle on a spoon of peanut butter. I hate my day of good choices, ruined by one gluttonous desire, drawn like the moth to flame, the bee to honey, the fly to crap, the mob to violence, the me to food.

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.