Blankety Blank…

It is 4am and I give up.  Ever since I saw the word prompt there has only been one thing on my mind.  It is a song by Tanya Tucker called “Strong Enough To Bend” and it was a song I used to sing occasionally at karaoke.   Otherwise my mind is drawing a big blank.  So this is my poor excuse for writer’s block…

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bend

Inadequate

Under pressure to make the perfect poem

Searching desperately for the right words

Erase and rewrite

Start all over again

I have a limited amount of time so I struggle through

While facing my own dilemma head on

Erase and rewrite

Start all over again

I start to get tired and sleep tugs at me

My mind grows more foggy

Erase and rewrite

Start all over again

I surrender to my inadequacy

And just give in to my writer’s block

Word after word

End this pressure now

 

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challange (FOWC) – pressure

Mumbles … Gregarious

Fandango has done it again – a word prompt that sends my muse packing.  No way to work gregarious into a poem.  At least as tired as I have been my mind can’t wrap around it.  I tried some flash fiction and came up with nothing good.  So here I am babbling randomly about my writer’s block and cringing every time the lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, there is a pretty strong storm south of us tonight.

Gregarious… I have never been a very gregarious person being extremely shy as a child and now later in life I have anxiety so bad I just don’t like being in groups of more than 3 or 4 people.  Even if I know the people, I still feel so judged and scrutinized like a bug under a microscope in science class.  So, I am the walking definition of a non-gregarious person, or would that be ungregarious? Hmmm?

Those of you who follow Fandango or me regularly know this was Friday’s word… yes, I am a day behind. And I know I won’t catch up for a while.  I must apologize for no Friday Flashback this week… no time for the extra post.  I will try to get caught up by Monday, but then I am going to be behind again.  Me and my boyfriend are headed to a hotel for a two day get away at the casino.  I hope to come back richer.  But I won’t hold my breath!

So, I better get back at reading before I get too tired.  (((HUGS))) to all of you!

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – gregarious

I Surrender

I give up
Hands in the air
I admit defeat
I hope you don’t care
That I thought
And I thought
And the right words
I found naught
But it is hard to find
A word that could rhyme
With euphemism
In such short time
So I put down words
Of my struggle today
And hope that tomorrow
Will be a more productive day

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge – euphemism

Mumbles … Kowtow

Good afternoon readers. Here I am faced with a daily prompt struggle I cannot work into a post easily. There are plenty of words that rhyme with kowtow – brow, now, how, prow, vow, wow… But to work them into a poem I am coming up blank. I think my mind is crammed too full with lots going on (Dr has me doing physical therapy twice a week, have two birthdays coming up and an out of town guest visiting…) so instead I will just mumble a bit.

The definition according to Encarta says to kowtow is to “to behave in an extremely submissive way in order to please someone in a position of authority.” I have never kowtowed to anyone. I have done things to please others, but that is just plain kindness. I would say the closest thing would be the number of things I did try to get my ex-husband to stop drinking. As he was an alcoholic none of them worked no matter how many times he told me they would. That would be labeled more as desperation and simple insanity (doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome). But nothing worked as he was sick and was so deep in the disease nothing could bring him out of it.

So forgive me for lack of creative words today. Maybe when I get to the next prompt I will have more of the brain cells firing! In the meantime I will go back to reading posts and try to attempt to catch up. Have a good day/night everyone!

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – kowtow

Beat The Clock

The deadline is fast approaching
And words escape me
No ideas
No flow
Nothing
But I keep trying
Random words
Scribbled on scraps of paper
Trying to trigger
The muses help
The clock ticks on
And my thoughts scatter
Then just when
The midnight hour
Starts creeping in
Words form from my pen
Onto the blank page
And my ideas come alive

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – deadline

The Struggle Is Real

Neophyte

What a fright

What can I do

The word split me in two

One side determined

The other undermined

So I struggle again

With I can’t or I can

And come up with trash

And nothing with class

You’ll have to settle

For what I got with sheer mettle

This is the best I can do

With only a day to work through

rough draft – less than perfect

i try to move the words around

in some important way fashion

but no matter how i try

it always seems substandard

the writers muse is just not with me

the pen is like a stranger

the paper stares stark white

X

and blinds me in it’s glare

so i try and try over again

but i still can’t get it right

i wish there was a way

to cure this block tonight for me