OctPoWriMo 2023:Facing Our Fears
Fear of Danger: Think of a warning you received from your parents as a child. Start your poem with “My mother says/said” or “My father says/said” and in the poem try to capture their fears behind the warnings.
For this poem you may want to try a Cascade. Here’s a cascade I wrote during OctPoWriMo last year:
Facing Day
This morning is a joy of possibilities
scattered with barriers and disappointments,
challenges with the potential to deter or discourage,
but there’s light I want to capture, so I persevere.
As if gratitude asks for trouble,
each tool soon breaks from obsolescence,
but I release the need and adapt, knowing
each morning is a joy of possibilities.
It’s not in my nature to see failure
as opportunity to fail better—I try
to fight the perfectionist, but she disapproves
scattering conflicts, barriers and disappointments.
However, starting each day in creative action
fills me with such complete satisfaction
even slow progress armors me against
challenges with the potential to deter or discourage.
I have to fight a dark fear of complete loss,
of the coming change that will rearrange
my view, values, and purpose,
but there’s light I want to capture, so I persevere.
Writober 2023
Today’s image prompt looks like a scary bunny to me, but it’s so close up, it could definitely be something else. And what’s up with those colored dots reflected in its eyes? What are those?
And if you want some more inspiration don’t forget 13 Days of Samhain.
Halloween Photography Challenge
Please link to your creations in the comments. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.
Experience Writing 
Condolences
Father said…
Mother said…
Don’t yell, don’t complain
and did both in an Italian opera
without the melodies, lasting decades
high c’s peeling the paint off walls.
Dominance mattered and power
the kind of power that said…
Do as I say not as I do
Father, mother, afraid, perhaps
of being disobeyed, of being unmasked
as loveless, vicious, brutes.
Not all mothers and fathers
are good enough. Trauma theory is all
the rage these days, but simpler to say:
Human nature is imperfect
evolution hit and miss.
It’s a DNA lottery game.
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Maria, I liked your ‘fail better’. You must be a Beckett fan.
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