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Prompt #14: It’s Post Your Poem Day!

August 11, 2010

Did you make a list of things you’re afraid of? Or perhaps you conquered your fears and instead wrote a poem about all the things you did that you’re proud of. Whatever kind of list you used, it’s time to share the poem that resulted. Leave links to your poems in the comments section of this post, and then visit your fellow poets’ work, ever mindful of our community spirit–leave only positive comments, please. I look forward to reading your lists!

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37 Comments
  1. August 11, 2010 12:10 am

    Here is my poem about Very Real Fears

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-real-fears_09.html

  2. August 11, 2010 12:14 am

    In response to this prompt, I wrote

    http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/08/fear.html

  3. August 11, 2010 12:15 am

    …list poem #1: Spellbound

  4. August 11, 2010 12:58 am

    Here’s mine: SEVEN DAYS TO LIVE

  5. August 11, 2010 3:03 am

    Eat Or Be Eaten at Scrambled, Not Fried

  6. August 11, 2010 3:21 am

    http://intuitivepaths.wordpress.com/

    Mapping Choices

    Elizabeth

  7. August 11, 2010 4:47 am

    It’s a list poem—of sorts.
    http://word-painting.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-periphery.html

    • August 11, 2010 8:16 pm

      Such a hauntingly beautiful list of people encounters. My mind did not go this way. Wish it had. Appreciate placements as each suits before/after.

    • August 11, 2010 8:28 pm

      Dear Guatami, Blogger would not take my wordpress ID. LOL. We have the technology. I leave a comment here.

      Really felt the longing sadness building. Appreciate the tumbler is silver which speaks of being tarnished, this is effective metaphor of such power. Childhood/innocence tarnished and longing for that time – of family.

  8. Irene permalink*
    August 11, 2010 6:56 am

    Not very good but at least I did attempt a list poem.

    what happens in a day

  9. August 11, 2010 7:18 am

    not well explained, but that’s okay since it’s not well-written
    One fear and a list of what I don’t do (publicly) because of itBeing Ridiculous

    • Irene permalink*
      August 11, 2010 5:04 pm

      Barb, it *is* well-written!

  10. August 11, 2010 7:37 am

    Here’s mine. Thanks again for the prompt, Mallery.

    http://bozone-bw.blogspot.com/2010/08/parasites.html

  11. August 11, 2010 9:00 am

    a list of sorts:

    We Write Poems

    Thanks!

  12. August 11, 2010 9:03 am

    Oops, let me try again (although the link led to the right place) 🙂

    what still small voice?

  13. August 11, 2010 10:26 am

    Reasons to live

  14. August 11, 2010 11:55 am

    A list of… well, I don’t know if it quite falls under the two prompt suggestions. It’s both, and neither, I guess. Huit Femmes

  15. August 11, 2010 2:01 pm

    After a long hiatus, I’m back with this list:

    THINGS TO FEAR

    • August 11, 2010 5:14 pm

      This is Paul. In case your blog is on wordpress and you received a comment from nightprayers, wordpress looked right at my other ID and assumed I didn’t have the sense to know how I wanted to be ID’d. 🙂 My poem is at my blogspot blog not at my wordpress blog.

    • August 11, 2010 8:40 pm

      I just added a picture from my travels – taken in in 1989 on my third trip to Greece. I think it fits. I hope you do too!

  16. August 11, 2010 6:37 pm

    http://Marianv.blog.co.uk

    A list of what I had to carry along when we took our 6 young children from our home in the country to the nearest town.

    • August 11, 2010 7:43 pm

      sorry Marian, but your site wouldn’t allow me to leave a comment, I like the list and all the memories it brought back and how happy I am now that I can actually go somewhere and not have to carry a purse at all.

      Elizabeth

    • August 11, 2010 8:25 pm

      Would love to read your poem, but your blog is private.

      • August 11, 2010 8:35 pm

        Thank-you for telling me. LOL I made ‘private’ because I was trying to fix formatting. Merci.

      • August 11, 2010 8:37 pm

        Like how poem starts at the simplest of fears – and known well being trailed by urban racoons but then goes to the macro-level of global fears disabling. Love the flow of lines and skill at line-breaking. Thank you for poem sharing.

  17. August 12, 2010 8:37 pm

    here is mine AFRAID
    http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com/2010/08/afraid.html

  18. August 13, 2010 3:22 am

    I didn’t write a list of fears, far from it! But my contribution for Big Tent Poetry this week is definitely a list, so I figured it might count!

    http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/possessions.html

  19. August 14, 2010 3:52 pm

    Anxiety Attack

    It reaches up
    From the bowels of hell
    Traveling from toes
    To the ends of hair.

    Strangling the fibbers
    Of my being.

    Holding tight
    I try to breathe!

    Within the fetal position
    Arms crossed about my chest
    Watching flashes of images
    Fly across the wall then
    Crawl upon my skin
    Into my ears
    Between my toes
    Throughout my hair!

    I beg for sleep
    For me to be released
    From this sleepless hold
    Upon my soul!

    • Irene permalink*
      August 15, 2010 5:23 pm

      You describe it vividly.

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