#OctPoWriMo Day 1-3
I have already broken the rules with my late posting, but I wanted to publish my poems every three days instead.
#OctPoWriMo Day 1: Picking Up The Challenge
I used to sit down at the computer and let the rhythmic words flow out through my fingertips.
Soft phrases somehow carving their way through a frozen sea of empty thoughts,
And there I was, typing away without a care in the world or inkling I was doing anything wrong.
What happened to the poetry-writing college student who spun melodic stories just for fun?
Where were the ramblings or even the oozing mess that was cleaned up from the editor’s floor?
It seems as though a challenge is needed to pull all the jumbled nouns, verbs, and adjectives out from within my head.
Perhaps a month-long challenge to record the images dancing wildly on the edge?
#OctPoWriMo Day 2: Sounds Familiar
Sad when we hear it,
Reports of shots on the news.
#OctPoWriMo Day 3: “Taste of Metal” Writing Prompt
A sharp pain shoots out from within my mouth,
And then quickly subsides as I realize it’s my tongue.
I check the mirror and I see that there’s blood,
And I’m annoyed at the leak that has sprung.
I feel a tingle swimming up from the wet muscle.
The side of my gums attempts to smooth the ruffled surface.
I taste a metallic liquid that has seeped inside,
And regret ever biting my tongue in the first place.