Some Fun and Moon Madness
OctPoWriMo challenge-Days 17 and 8 (for me). Today’s challenge: Words, Words, Words. Cut out words that catch your eye from newspapers, magazines, junk mail, etc, or use a random word generator or magnetic poetry (including the online one here-very addictive, trust me) and take a picture or screen shot of what you come up with and post it to your blog. Play with words. As a poet/writer that is completely irresistable! Play with words-I love it! Shakespeare created words whenever he couldn’t find one that said what he wanted to say. Man named everything, and we have come up with some doozies for things, haven’t we? Go read an anatomy book if you want a laugh. Honestly, humerus bone for the upper arm bone with that spot we hit that we call our funny bone? And we won’t even discuss how many names we have for a certain part of the male body (although, bring that up in a room full of women drinking and let the fun begin). Seriously, that’s an obvious one and more than likely you thought about it the minute I said anatomy. So, today I played with words on the online magnetic poetry and came up with something fun. Please click on the pic to bring up a clearer picture. I’m afraid it didn’t resize well in translation from my tablet to my laptop.
At a Prince Concert
by Jessica Scott
As for today’s final catch-up poem…well, I can’t explain how I got where I did. It went so far away from where I intended, and yet, I love it. I made myself cry (not really all THAT hard to do) but still…
The prompt was Moon Madness and we were supposed to write about the full moon and what the moon means to us. I’ve written about the moon before. I have a poem on making love under the moon, I wrote about the moon crying, and even one about the moon looking down on us and what it sees. I wrote a fairy tale about the moon (although I really need to go back and edit it, clean it up), and well, you get my point. The moon is inspiring. We all look up at the moon, and watch it. As a woman, I am tied to it, ruled by it, like the ocean tides. I wax and wane with it, go dark, then come back full and bright. There were so many ideas I could have written about. So, I chose a subject and began. And like the moon, my poem changed. I wanted to write about a couple walking under the moon, and they do walk. But, as in life, the journey was more important than the getting there. I hope you like it. And, I hope you all have a great weekend. I’ll still be doing my challenge so make sure to check in and see where my brain took me.
And P.S., I’m not sorry if I make you cry. 😉
By Jessica Scott
The moon is bright tonight, he said,
Would you like to take a walk with me?
His outstretched hand awaiting an answer
To a question held within his eyes.
And as I looked into those depths
I saw a future I never thought I’d have,
Broken and bared as I now was.
But he’d stayed in spite of everything,
The lost hair, the lost breasts,
The lost chance of immortality,
And with this one question, he said I was enough.
So I rose from my almost-grave,
And took his hand with a smile.