We were provided with ten word and 48 hours to put something brilliant and compelling together. The exercise was stimulating, frustrating, and ultimately rewarding.
Through this process I expanded my vocabulary and pushed my newbie creative brain in directions I didn’t know I had. The entrance fee included a subscription so I could continue to read the published poetry and wonder wth they mean. lol…
Seriously, I’m sort of getting into this whole poetry thing but don’t know if I have the patience or expanded vocabulary required to succeed in the quest.
I have to laugh though because really I don’t mind too much that my little poem didn’t win. The judges may not have understood what I was trying to say–it’s likely, I think so–that’s my story and I’m sticking to it-lol.
I’ll be waiting with baited breath for April 2021 so I can play mish-mash with ten new words.
The words to be used as presented. No changes allowed in tense/plural/etc. The lists for April 2020 were:
Without further ado I present my masterpiece (please be kind…)
Indistinguishable beneath my carapace of feigned poise piercing tongues can not penetrate paperback pages blurred by smudges dogeared clasped close to numbness a navigational compass—my pivot point one step drawn toward effulgent light through florid darkness reminiscent of reverberant hues of full-fledged eggplant nay--the forked tail of crowned wood-nymphs obscured in the shady understory of refuge royal sheen fat with hypocrisy anguish regret bruised societal shifts in norms mores rites an impetus to the bootlegging of idiosyncratic spirit spirit not unlike peristeronic gents upon the roof coo coo cooing to creatures set to take flight eyes unseeing deaf to reason dead to dreams attentions ceased fragmented plundered as a vigorous display of sardonic lethargy masked by the piss and vinegar of the believer shat upon from above sans forbearance performance convincing we stand alone together no heed payed to the thunderous caterwaul of the octothorpe #HelpMe #DoYouSeeMe #NoOneCanHearMe neglected souls left to mourn their own sanity like a bin lid left gaping for all to espy—to judge comprehension sharpened senses once locked away now splayed open like exposed muscle weakened atrophied beyond repair direction cleared of clouds clouds of choking murkiness allowed to lift—to take wing curtains nudged to unfurl bonds unleashed beneath my carapace lives the indistinguishable unique only in sameness flawed in foreknown simplicity clinging to pages swollen over time until roads twist off a precipice surety shrouded upon the breast as truth belies another without pronouncement end By Faye E. Arcand
So, there you go. My stab at a poetry contest. I’ll definitely do the challenge again in 2021 and if you hear of other similar ones please let me know because it really does get my twisted writer brain thinking and exploring other avenues of creativity.
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