Today, I’m stuck mid-project so I looked through my notebooks for the ‘poem of the day’. A little trip down memory lane. I attend a lot of ‘Expressive Writing’ workshops. Some ask for ‘word for today’ at the beginning. I have often used my or other people’s ‘word for today’ as a writing prompt. Here’sContinue reading “My word for today is ‘anxiety’, by Britta Benson”
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Spring of souls, by Britta Benson
Spring of souls Whatever winter did to us, there’s more, there’s deeper, there’s darker and somewhere at the bottom of it all, buried, a new beginning, an unsightly inkling, a nobbly notion, a want, a wish and a will, stubborn, obnoxious, readying, prepping, prepping, like there is no tomorrow, for there won’t be unless somewhere,Continue reading “Spring of souls, by Britta Benson”
somewhere, by Britta Benson
I love starting my writing with the word ‘somewhere’. Never got the faintest idea where it will take me. somewhere somewhere under the disco ball not too far from sea salt homes being lost and the moon what a palate cleanser my dreams acoustic blue forgetting the word the world it was so easy likeContinue reading “somewhere, by Britta Benson”
A scenic (and acrostic) tour of my anxiety, by Britta Benson
Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week Punam. You can find the full guidelines as well as Punam’s prompt poem here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/05/17/w3-prompt-55-weave-written-weekly/ Theme this time: write an acrostic poem using one of the following words: trouble, discipline, enthusiasm, meditation or tumult. I instantly knew where I wantedContinue reading “A scenic (and acrostic) tour of my anxiety, by Britta Benson”
poetry, an elfchen by Britta Benson
Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week Sadje. The guideline: write an elfchen poem. I have never written an elfchen before, but hey, elfchen? Who could resist a form with such a cute name… You can find Sadje’s prompt poem and her complete guidelines (including an explanationContinue reading “poetry, an elfchen by Britta Benson”
NaPoWriMo, Day 30, Perhaps not
NaPoWriMo, Day 30, the last! Prompt today: write a palinode, a retraction of a poem written earlier this month. ‘I take it back’-style. NaPoWriMo, Day 30… the grand finale? Perhaps not. Perhaps not Perhaps not, I say, and perhaps it’s all lies, made up under moonlit skies, mapped, to protect soul and whole. What ifContinue reading “NaPoWriMo, Day 30, Perhaps not”
NaPoWriMo, Day 24, Review of my will power
NaPoWriMo, Day 24, and the prompt today is to write a review about something that doesn’t normally get reviewed, for example, the moon. So, that got me thinking. I’m always quick to judge – knowing full well that I shouldn’t. What can I say, it’s a learning curve, and I’ve still got a long wayContinue reading “NaPoWriMo, Day 24, Review of my will power”
Winter tree, by Britta Benson
Only two more sleeps till NaPoWriMo… I’m all set up and looking forward to the experience. My first participation, so I don’t really know what to expect. Here’s what I wrote today. Winter tree Sleeping. Important activity. Not lazy. Not nothing. Resting, after shedding leaves of one past, before growing another. A pause. Again. ThisContinue reading “Winter tree, by Britta Benson”
hope is…, by Britta Benson
Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week, Kerfe Roig. The guideline: In homage to Emily Dickinson, start a poem with the words ‘hope is’. You can find Kerfe’s prompt poem and the guidelines by clicking on this link: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/03/29/w3-prompt-48-weave-written-weekly/ I love Emily Dickinson’s poetry. Her words haveContinue reading “hope is…, by Britta Benson”
A nap, by Britta Benson
Feels like such a luxury… taking a wee nap in the middle of the day, just because I can… A nap Despite my to do list or maybe because of the weight of expectation. Bones, heavy, soul light, roaming in hope, freedom to play, dance, I don’t have to do anything, no need to know,Continue reading “A nap, by Britta Benson”