Fear and Control

I added this week’s contradictory nouns to my chart of fear and control. It now looks like this:

Then I printed and cut out all of the images I have posted so far this month and used the chart to place them into a collage:

Today’s Images

For today’s images I continued yesterday’s work with Morse Code, making a dot and line patterns of “fear” and “control.” I started by putting the dots and lines in a “house” shape. I had the interesting experience of seeing the shape as grave stones when fear was in the center, and graven tablets when control was in the center. Then the shape filter tore and became a different shape without meaning, and I combined the fear and control filters. I used other shape filters, enjoying the effect of a tiny brad movable line filter.

The Prompts

NaPoWriMo

Today’s prompt is to write a poem that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.

Poem A Day

Today’s prompt is to write a fear poem.

Since I’m attempting to catch up on the Nonce Scavenger Hunt, the prompts inspired me to try an “Inside Out” and several instances of “The Mouse.”

The Poem

The Ravine

1. It’s steep. It’s far. It’s slick. It’s rotting. It’s dirty.
   I could slip and fall on a rock,
   break my leg, my arm, or my head.
   If a tree falls in the forest, it could hit me.
2. I hurry down the steep hillside.
   Halfway down there are mushrooms and I squish a slug.
   As I near, I hear the creek rushing over rocks.
   I can’t wait to cool where it pools.
3. The only way across is over a nurse log.
   Who knows when the giant tree fell?
   I grasp at every limb I can.
   My gut churns because I’m sure I’m going to fall.
4. I imagine dinosaur paths
   that I’m playing in brontosaurus stomping grounds
   that if I follow the creek the ravine goes on
   forever, but I will stay close.
5. It’s where the deer and thieves arrive and go unseen
   where they left our pennies after
   our little hearts and dreams shattered
   like the deer eating every one of Mom’s roses

fear fear

1. fear fear
   fighter, flighter
   life’s preservation drops blinders
2. fear fear
   beating harder
   pulsing alarm of disaster
3. fear fear
   gasping, shaking
   never enough pure oxygen
4. fear fear
   muscles tensing
   what objects offer weaponry?
5. fear fear
   darkened shadows
   feeling lingers, nothing appears
6. fear fear
   steeper faster
   spreading over more stimuli
7. fear fear
   growing, taking
   like ravine pathways eroding