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
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
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 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
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
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
“Tenterhooks,” she said
I stopped and raised my head
My eyes began to roll
This idea was so droll
Lost on where to begin
Stuck on a blank page again
I’ll be damned if I give up
Someway I will do this, yup
So start again with tenterhooks
While I look this up in the books…
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
I prefer to write poems
Full of emotions
Or images vividly expressed
But tonight the demons
Have gagged my mind
Silenced my thoughts
And left me wordless….
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
