Oct. 9 Prompts: Seeing in the Dark

OctPoWriMo 2023: Facing Our Fears

Afraid of the dark: Sit in a dark room. Sit long enough for your eyes to adjust, and describe what you see. If you feel comfortable and it’s safe to, walk around in the dark room. Write a poem about the experience of adjusting to the dark and why we are afraid of it.

A suggested form for today is the Nonet. Here’s a nonet I wrote for OctPoWriMo 2017:

A Clear Path In The Snow

Cold snow blinding white, something ahead
A message or trail left blood red
Unclear route I choose to tread
I fear where I’ll be led
Could reveal the dead
On which it fed
Or a sled
Paint red
Dread

Writober 2023

Today’s image prompt is “Dimensions” by Alex Andreev. What is happening in this image? What is this cube? How were they formed? Is the man on the balcony telling the story? Or the person in the car?

Halloween Photography Challenge

I keep wanting there to be owls here, but no such luck. I’m so jealous that my brother has owls that live behind his house. So I have to continue to create my own owls.

Please link to your creations in the comments. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.

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Laura De Bernardi sent us this response to the OctPoWriMo prompt:

Maria says…

sit in a dark room, eyes closed

that’s the command, it’s a poetry prompt

could be a meditation instruction, breathe

you’ve got no choice, really

when it comes to breathing, in / out

everything else, is up in the air

managed, without or without flair

a sensation niggles, constipation

reminds you, of what has not been achieved

walk with eyes closed, in the dark room

the prompt, continues its merry tune

crash into the couch, stub your toe

eyes watering, lurch into a thought

bugger this, what’s the point

eyes open, emotions strangle

desire for the person you cannot have

dislike for the person you do have

either will get you every time

unless the one, the perfect one

is walking alongside you, in the other room

or in another century, that can happen too

eyes closed / open

room dark / or not