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What Do We #Fear #OctPoWriMo #Shadorma 

What do we fear? How honest are we with ourselves in evaluating our lives, be it as a hobbyist, professional, parent, or any other part of our being? That is the thought I took away from today’s installment of OctPoWriMo. The emphasis is on our writing – go figure, right – for this prompt. But as I said above, it can apply to any piece of our lives. 

The prompt suggestions are in the post; I decided to write a Shadorma using the three suggested words rather than the Blitz. 

Honesty,
Rarely left to chance.
We fear truth,
Raw reviews.
We feel we are too exposed-
So we just hold back

I have to say I’m really enjoying these challenging daily prompts, many of which push me out of my comfort zone and have gotten me to explore new writing styles. I didn’t really think I’d stay with the 31-day challenge but now that I’m into it, I’m pretty certain I’ll make it through to the end. 

What a Story #OctPoWriMo 

When I sat down this afternoon to see what (hopefully less difficult) prompt OctPoWriMo had in store for me today I was a little apprehensive; if you read yesterday’s post you know I had some difficulty with it. Today I was pleasantly surprised to find a thought that gave me no difficulty in finding inspiration for! You see, I would be writing what is basically my story in poetry form. 

The idea was to capture a moment that you were proud of or shocked that worked out. I can tell you without hesitation I have nothing to be proud of on my end; I am only bearing witness to what happened to me over the course of a couple of years in my life. If you’re interested, you can read more on my About and Maybe I Should Have Started Here pages. 

Numb
I’m stunned
Did I hear that right?
I would never walk again 
Dazed

God
Please help me
I can’t live this way
Have mercy, prove them all wrong
Please

Time
Passes
Waiting, beseeching
Faith that this isn’t His will
Pray

Slow
Progress starts
Unsteady movements
God is listening to us
Plead

He
Has answered
Supplications made
I can walk; thanks be to God
Praise

I can and will not try to take credit for the healing touch I received from God. I am merely thankful that I received it. 

(This is a “Crowned Oddquain”, a form I just learned {thank you, Sister J and Paloma}of and wanted to try out. You can read more about the form HERE.)

Unknown: #OctPoWriMo #Acrostic Poem

    Today’s prompt for OctPoWriMo was one that, well, stretched me a bit for some reason. I reckon since the suggestion including dancing to open up our creativity and the fact I can’t do that might have contributed to my difficulties! LOL 

    I chose one of the three prompt-word suggestions, unknown, and wrote what I reckon is a free form-acrostic poem. It’s definitely an acrostic, I’m sure of that at least, a form I’ve not tried – until now.

    Under the niceties you see
    Not often exposed
    Knocks a savageness denied
    Nothing you would expect
    Or perhaps you would
    What we think we are
    Never really existed

    Smoke and Flame #OctPoWriMo

    Looking at the prompt for today’s OctPoWriMo (elements) I could think only of smoke and fire and how they go hand-in-hand; I’ve taught my grandson since he was a wee-lad that “wherever there’s smoke there always fire” as we drive around seeing the smoke from brush fires and people burning their yard waste. It’s actually quite cute to hear him say, “Look Papaw, smoke! And where’s there’s smoke there’s fire.”

    But today’s prompt includes the idea that there is a duality in the many elements, which I agree. And I could think of no better idea, for me, to show this than in the description of our prayers. 

    Incense burns
    Petitions are made
    A sweet scent
    To The One
    Who savors
    With love each and every one

    Flame consumes
    The gift offered up
    Smoke rises
    Heavenward
    As the folks solemnly pray

    I waffled on which stanza to lead with and think I prefer the Shadorma in this order; you may read it in reverse and prefer that, which is fine, too. 

    Psalm 141:2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

    Revelation 8:3-4  “And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.”

    Day 7 Journey: a #haiku #OctPoWriMo 

    As I began to ponder on this seventh day of OctPoWriMo there was but on thought on my mind: my wife and the journey we have lived together the last (almost) 27 years.  

    young and ignorant

    we set out on our journey

    never looking back

    At the tender age of 20 we began this trip, having been strangers a mere months before we were wed. It seems like no one expected us to “make it” – but we did. Through the great times and the very lowest of low times, we pulled together; pulling together is the difference between those who “make it” and those whose roads divide. And to this day, of all the things that I could’ve, should’ve, would’ve done differently in my life, making her my wife is the one thing I am most certain I did right

    Day 6 #OctPoWriMo

    Today is day six of OctPoWriMo, a new to me challenge that I’ve really enjoyed thus far. “Life changes” is the theme for today’s prompt suggestion, along with using a counted-syllable style of writing. I chose to go with the theme (in my own way) and use the Shadorma again. 

    There’s so muchI’d change if I could
    Moments lost
    Ever gone
    We can change yesterday’s loss
    Set new course today

    While its human nature to wish to be able to set back the clock, we know that’s not possible. I know I have regrets; I imagine everyone does. But time lost worrying over past mistakes is time lost that we coul be re-setting for no more regretting. 

    Day 4 #OctPoWriMo #Poetry

    Day 4 of OctPoWriMo brings us the idea of magic and mysticism. The prompt words are: Fantastic, Magic, Mystical. I decided to try out a new poetry form, new for me at least: the Shadorma. I have see. It used a lot recently and having a form that is very similar to haiku and tanka, both of which I enjoy, I thought I’d give it a go. 

    The ideas that came to me thinking on these words were the new possibilities of each new day. 

    new day dawns

    sun shining brightly

    mystical

    magical 

    bringing a fresh attitude


    all things are made new


    Everyday we are given a blank canvas with which to work. How we use it, what we choose to apply to it are our choices alone. Yesterday has forever left us and tomorrow may never come; make something fantastic with today. 

    “Look here, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.”

    ‭‭James 4:13-14 NLT